"I'm fine with not having a conversation," Marion retorted firmly. Like him, she kept her hands in her pockets, and continued to walk. As if an invisible tether connected them at the middle - she wouldn't let him out of her sight. "But I never minded company for dinner."
It wasn't a move of aggression, nor was it outwardly hostile. It was probably annoying as all hell, though - to have an angel on his shoulder wherever he went, playing perpetual 'cock-block' (as she'd heard the term in class) to him for any move made on the mortals of this town, until he decided to slither back behind his own territory. But that's what she was going for, wasn't it.