Azrael was not happy with her at all. He was in a bad mood and doing his best to cover it up. A twitch lifted the corners of his mouth as he listened to her again.
"Yeah I asked to meet you. I asked because I needed to make sure you weren't asking for anything that went against my Word. Listen here, I am not just some glorified tour guide to the dearly departed. I am Death itself, it is my Word, it is my power. Ghosts, Wraiths, the undead, fall under my domain and if I find that you've been screwing with any of them, then you will answer to me and I will judge you" he said, somehow managing to maintain his cool. He spoke with a small but twisted smile on his face.
"If you wish to take any of this as a threat, fine, I can't control that. I am warning you though. That if you mess with the dead and disrupt them I will come for you. If you just want something innocent related to these spirits or wraiths, then I would have happily helped you, but you couldn't even answer a simple question. You're so stuck up yourself you can't even talk about what you want"
He paused and waved a hand at her. "I'm done... Go through your fancy portal, but remember what I said. And don't let your ego hit you on the way out" he said, turning his back on her.