Azrael looks at Theta then looks at the animal soul in the glass jar.<span style="font-style: italic">Dose she know how the hunger feels? How unbearable it can be?</span>Azrael takes another look at Zane with a puzzled face. "I don't exactly feel comfortable eating my prey in front of many people who despise me. Its bad enough that I have someone glaring at me. So sorry if I'm not in the festive mood." She takes another drink and smiles sadly as the taste reminds her of the sweet smile and tender love that was showered on her many years ago. "I think I would much rather enjoy the wine than the frightened souls."