Azreil took the verbal abuse with a grain of salt and a smile the size of Texas, the tapping stopped and he acted as though he was going to turn around. Instead he ripped the paper lid off the verdant paper and flung the first dime between them! [i]Four dollars and ninty cents.[/i] He kept count mentally, verbally [color=0072bc]"Now where as I hate to interrupt a lovers first date... you see there is feral activity just down the road."[/color] he assumed and yet did not. 

He knew the actions that a vampire took before feeding, and he also knew how easy it was to agitate a feral. Agitating them meant little as that could simply be a personal flaw. He sighed briefly [color=0072bc]"Before you decide to run I should introduce myself so that neither of you could be mistaken about getting away from me..."[/color] He trailed slowly, he trailed intentionally letting all his breath go and inhaling deeply to the bottom of his lungs catching both of their scents [color=0072bc]"I Am the angel of death Azreil, the bloodhound of justice. If you do not know of me that is just as well, just know that I do not lose my prey. I do not forget a scent, and I do not know how to give up."[/color] he monologued eyeing them both and gauging them with scrutiny. 

He took a few steps closer stopping around ten feet away [color=0072bc]"Now then if you cooperate, I may have no choice but to let you go. How ever I will not let coincidence save you a second time."[/color] He instructed them. His personality was generally not like this, but he was hunting and there was nothing like a righteous self important attitude to push someone over the edge. 

He topped the nerve wracking conversation with [color=0072bc]"Are you nervous? You seem nervouse."[/color] This would generally cause one to ramble on about how they could not be nervous, it was pretty much all he could do. Of course he never stopped tapping, he just changed it to the tune of 'I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves.'