Armand laughed out loud and shook his head slightly. This amused him, on many levels. He was just cruel and mischievious enough to take pleasure in her obvious confusion. As he 'spoke' to her, he continued walking toward the bush where Juniper sheltered.
Oh, come now. The mental voice was slightly chiding, and very amused. Surely you can read who I am in my head. I'm not blocking you. It was funny, really, to him. He'd had all sorts of experiences with other vampires, and this was old news to him. But she'd, clearly, never been through this before. This was an endless delight.
I can't see you--yet. But I'm walking towards you. I can track you down by your thoughts. He put his identity forward, Armand, vampire, no real intention to feed from you at this time. He had to wondered how she'd react to this information.