The blonde pest didn't move or answer her, she supposed it was because he had been thoroughly intimidated. Either way, though, he hadn't reacted; and if there was something she hated more than angels it was cowards. Those who would run in hopes of living than staying and fighting for valour and honour. Even if death were to come, they would have been remembered in their honourable death. Cowards, an untrustworthy lot who have no honour to their name, she spat in her mind, her glare intensified and if only looks could kill...
She took her double-bladed halberd-like sythe of a weapon and agonizingly slowly, created a deep cut on his cheek, from nose to ear, creating a line of quickly pooling blood, soon to fall from the cut. "This, coward, shall mark the day you were spared, for cowards do not deserve they space they waste and if death had befallen you the world would rejoice. This, shall mark the day a Shinigami has spared you. This, shall mark the life-debt you owe me, Coward. I will call upon it in time. Be prepared, for cowardice shall not get you out of another incounter with me.
"This, shall scar and none, neither angel nor god, shall be able to heal you from this curse. When I call to you, it will burn. If you do not come when I call, this, shall split open again, the pain becoming worse everytime I must repeat the call. If I must find you myself, and I will if I must look, you shall have wished that I had killed you this day, for I can assure you that your torment will be mine to oversee, and I am not a merciful god. If you live after such torment, you shall be chained and follw me, as a dog to it's owner." Solange, for the disgust of touching an angel, brought up the tip of one of the blades and rested it lightly in the hollow between the shoulder and the chest, pushing the angel back. She threw him one last look of disgust before turning into the crowds once more, soon in to traffic of humans on the streets, her oddness going unnoticed in the haste of those around her.
Now, about that coffee and scones...