Ariadne tilted it's head a bit, but otherwise did not reply-- it's silence seemingly showing acceptance both in the vampire man's explanation of his actions, as well as his plan to go against the woman's verbal wishes. Ariadne had very little exposure to the concept of desperation, or psychological need-- aside from it's compulsion to seek out and study humans, many-- if not most-- of it's impulses were driven primarily by logic, or basic instincts-- either of it's true body, or that of the bodies that it may have taken the form of. Such things as 'seeking excitement' and 'helping those in need' did not make much sense to the creature, but it had long since made the distinction of what these psychological human impulses were, and simply compartmentalized them into a box of miscellaneous concepts it would need to explore further at a later time.
For now, Ariadne followed the vampire in silence into the merchant's building, intent primarily on watching the interaction set to unfold, and glean more insight from this strange man's behaviors in doing so. It was a fair-sized space; Devoid now of customers with Sunya's parting, leaving--at least visibly-- only the two of them and the merchant himself. Said merchant was... well, Sunya's phrasing of the man's characteristics weren't entirely wrong. He was a large, plump man; Ariadne's current body stood about 5 foot and 11 inches, and the round, dark-skinned man stood at least half a food taller than he. His brown, beady eyes and bush-like mustache and goatee certainly gave off the look of a rodent at a distance, but no rodent would be dressed in such fine silks as the man before them. As the merchant welcomed the two to his establishment, Ariadne quietly stood back, watching as his newfound companion asserted himself before Hanvall-- much to said merchant's concern.
"I-I beg your pardon?" He began, the weight of his body echoing through his voice as he spoke, a welcoming smile on his face replaced quite suddenly by a confused one. "Sunya? The little urchin lass? I-- I don't understand, what is the meaning of... don't tell me, she sent ruffians to accost me!?" His voice seemed full with equal parts confusion and outrage-- as if he had no idea what situation he was in, or why he was in it. Ariadne's eyes were once more closed-- primarily to avoid alarming the man before them, but also to reduce the amount of sensory information his body was naturally taking in. Without sight, he could focus a bit more on his hearing-- which allowed him to realize that in their vicinity, there were not 3 heartbeats, but 7. How curious.