With Izzy's stern command, the vampire child stopped jumping for the donut, his shoulders drooping. With the most barely-audible exhalation (a sigh?), he looked back up at Izzy's face, his golden, spiteful eyes locking with hers. Without looking away, he stuck his hand out at her, open palm facing up, in an obvious gesture of request. This was progress, if nothing else. It seemed that he wouldn't speak, but enough of him was left to not only understand her, but be condescending as well.