"Naughty does not begin to cover it," Camael muttered into her drink. She side-eyed the man, cringing at the sight of his drink. She wanted nothing more than to ignore his existence, but the manners drilled into her wouldn't allow her to cut a conversation so abruptly, no matter how horrible the company was. Apparently, the same couldn't be said about the man as he leaned in close, having no regards for personal space whatsoever. Camael cringed and shifted away before offering a slight nod. "Scoundrel suits you much better, Abe," she gave a slight sneer at the name. "I am Camael, but here I am known as Cameron."

She arched her brow and continued in her usual, rigid tone, "Now, if that is all, please leave."