This was truly the way Eoin liked to start the night: with some hysterical little tit yelling at him. This was the unfortunate thing about cities - they were full of people. Eoin had hoped he was far enough away from Diagon Alley and wizarding Soho to avoid having to worry about running into any wizards, but apparently that wasn't the case.
In any case, he seemed to have given the kid a bit of an aneurysm by virtue of having woken up. Eoin supposed he should have been the one having a fit, considering this kid could have rammed a stake through his chest and a minute ago he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, but from the way the kid was acting it seemed like he didn't really have it in him to go vampire hunting.
Straightening up, Eoin said, "Could you try quieting it down there?" There must have been people out here at this time of night. If there weren't and it was two in the morning...well, in that case something would be wrong, wouldn't it? But Eoin didn't know. He was just as happy to go back to telling his time by the sky (though it wasn't really as good a metric here). But he suspected it wasn't, since he could hear Muggles milling about in the street.
Though Eoin would have preferred to just leave, he felt, on a certain level, obligated to set the kid straight. Or at least scare him off, if he was any shade of sensible.
"Yes, wizard," he replied, "And you were going to steal my blanket? Haven't you got any respect for the dead? I know times are tough, but is it really that bad?" He was smiling a little when he said this, it was a little obvious he wasn't really serious, just bemused. "And I wasn't, I was sleeping, as you can plainly see."