"And I'm Azazel- don't ask for a last name I don't have one." He said adding in the last bit quickly. People normally asked for his last name because they thought he was withholding it, so he had gotten in the habit of adding that last bit in. No Nephilim had last names, it was a meaningless practice because every Nephilim was essentially the decendent of a single family that had survived the Flood and while it meant that for a while they had had to inbreed it also meant that they had long ago dropped using the last name.
But seeing the silence begin to set in he pulled out a book, the one with his logic puzzles, and began to read by the faint moonlight.
"Oh... don't worry about it... I'm just... frustrated thats all. This world is so complex and my entire conciousness has been screaming... I'm not in the best of moods, you might say but taking it out on you is unjust... so I'm sorry..." Zoroaster sighed as they walked gazing into the distance idly.