Just where [i]was[/i] that religion-obsessed bonehead, anyway? Was she too busy praying? Respect for Ichor was one thing, but her utter zealotry was another entirely. Frankly, Aleskiya wouldn't have been surprised in the least if Akyasha was off expressing her love of Ichor at the most inappropriate time and in the most inappropriate way. Her frustration was growing the more they waited. She was so hungry, too... those undead had been nothing but trash, but it still took [i]some[/i] energy to destroy them.

Which made it a blessing, perhaps, when the man with the highly recognizable vials of red emerged. It was Giselle who took the lead in speaking to him, and while Aleksiya did not doubt her own abilities to speak in a convincing way to humans she simultaneously did not have any issue with allowing Giselle to take the lead in those negotiations. There was no doubt in her mind that the man was some manner of hunter, and while that did not exactly raise fond memories in her mind at the same time he had yet to act with any form of hostility.

Thus, there was no good reason to pay him any. With that being said, if he proved to be a threat, Aleksiya would hardly have an issue with draining him dry. But pay violence to violence. Wickedness to the wicked.

If he would simply share some of his vials of blood, then there would be no issue.

In fact...

"I am Aleksiya Ravennart," the Rime-Winged Vermilion Angel introduced herself with a curtsy, "And I shall share my compatriot's offer. Share with us some of those vials, and I will offer my assistance."

There was no way to stop herself from speaking with some level of self-assuredness. After all, she was quite sure she would have absolutely no issue dismantling whatever manner of creature that this vermin the man sought was. With that being said, however, she would be able to do so much more effectively with at least some blood.

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