There it was. She lost her temper. Azrael sat there calmly, looking up at her as she ranted at him. When their poor unfortunate server returned, Azrael looked at the shocked looking man and shrugged, arms outstretched a little as if he were holding up something invisible. "Yeah, I'll show myself out. Sorry about this" he said as he stood up. "Y'might want to get someone to clean this... up..." he said as he stepped over the table. "She gets cranky when the service takes too long" he added with a cheeky boyish smile, tapping an invisible watch on his wrist. Turning on his heel, he made to walk out the door. A single step and he transported himself out in the blink of an eye, hoping he would stop Yennefer from leaving so dramatically.
"Look, I'll ignore the insults. I don't care about those. You wanted someone to track a Wraith, that's what you asked for, and when I show up to some fancy ass place, you tell me nothing. You give me nothing to work with. So what did we meet for? What was the point in this?" he asked.