That was the one the word that came to Lilith's mind when this man dared to approach her. She was already angry and this heretic's foolish attempts at trying to seduce her with drinks was worsening her already foul mood. Although every bit of her wanted to drag this man back to the shrine she made in the wood and give her god a real sacrifice, but she refrained. There was far too many witnesses here and people would grow suspicious if they never saw that man again. She tried to contain her temper, and in a sweet but strained voice she would say,
"I'm sorry, but I don't partake in drinking. I'm actually here to meet up with my friends."
She hoped this explanation would suffice and make this cretin would go away and stop bothering her. But she knows his type, and she knows they're far too drunk and stupid to understand anything other then violence. She put one hand near her thigh, so if need be, she could pull out one of her daggers.