Pipistrelle looked at the halfbreed with a disgusted scowl, seeing how he had decided to ignore everything she had said, and instead of backing off he had decided to retort back, aggravating the situation by following the duo. He spouted pompous, condescending words. Pipistrelle, far from being convinced by the so-called offer, felt insulted and outraged, and she bit her lower lip, summoning more strength that she could've thought she had.

She didn't even notice how hard had become the grip of the younger vampire along the arm. Her eyes glared at Vladimir, in barely restrained fury. But she didn't budge an inch, her body still walking at the same pace. She even spared a sideglance at Mithias, her expression becoming for the briefest moment somber before shaking her head.

<[i]Varomere, I would have helped you in other circumstances. Blame no one but your rotten comrade in arms[/i]> Her mind voice reached the surface of Mithias' mind rather easily, as she employed her vampiric gift almost effortlessly. Returning once more the stare of Vladimir, she scowled.

"Oh, such a generous offer." She added, as she eyed Eloise for a second. "I would be delighted to aid... had you been anything but a black hearted leech mutt, whose savviness amounts to sending a frail fledging to the fires of battle." She spat, her arms firmly latching Eloise as she cast away her umbrella, her pale flesh starting to curl under the sun. "And not even once asking for [i]her[/i] opinion in the matter." Pipistrelle stated.

"Negotiations have fallen through. Fare thee well." She said, while grasping the younger vampire against her... abandoning the location and zipping past both Mithias and Vladimir, with the speed of nineteen centuries of unlife. 

[i]I am so sick of this. I would rather risk burning myself by running under the sun than tolerate more fools twarthing my recruitment of this baker fledging.[/i] She thought to herself, trees and wildlife zooming at her sides like blurry shades.