The anger in is strong, large face was apparent. His little sister was never one for puppies, ever, and to know she is pregnant, meant something or someone had changed her. It was not like her, to allow a male onto her and to allow herself to get pregnant. Andras could not understand what changed in Rogue, she was not herself and this is what brought Andras to this state, of snarls playing at his lips before her.

His sunset eyes originally lift with a bit of confusion at the first part of her words, of course she would normally tear out the throat of males who come to her. That is what Andras expects of her. If Rogue was the type to enjoy that type of thing, and the kind to bear puppies, this would be no issue. But this was not the Rogue he knew, and her words almost made it seems as if she was herself, and for a moment a flare could be seen in his eyes like the very sun burning within him, the thought of a male forcing himself upon his sister, and how he would seek down this male and bring a suffering that he could never fathom.

Imprint, it is. Andras did not know how to respond at first, his face visually twisting as he attempted to figure out how to react. He knew what it was to be Lillith's imprint, to be hers in every sense of the word. He was basically Lillith's slave boy, he would do whatever she wished and would die for her if he must. Lillith would have no harm done to her, and if it was the same for all males, then Rogue essentially got herself a personal slave, one who will protect her and take any hurt for her. With this though, Andras let a dim yet dark grin on his face, head lifted with a twitch of confidence, as he always did.

"What happened to the Rogue who hated puppies? Does the imprint change you like it has done to me? If it is as it is with me, then Rogue, you have got yourself...a male who will do anything for you..." he said, his voice tailing off a bit at the end, part in admittance that he would do such a thing for Lillith, and partly knowing that Rogue will have great power over this boy. This boy, if it is like this for all, he would protect Rogue, and her being away, well, it means he had to worry about her less. That slight concern for his sister painted on his black red and features before pulling away, sunset eyes taking their glare elsewhere on the lands of Iromar. He was still irritated that she left, and it will still be addressed.

"And of course, Rogue, Baphomet is dead. New blood must give way, and fate had solidified it with my and Lillith's blood. The demons will not die out." he said, allowing a slight moment of silence before speaking once again.

"Why is it you have returned? And tell me, why is it you left in the first place? Abandoning family, Rogue, is not something I like to forgive easily," he said his muzzle angling back at her. He still stood tall, his muscles rippling under his pelt that is covered in scars and patches of missing fur. He was still a powerful male, and he was second in command of the demons of Iromar. He held himself as such, tail behind him high in the cold winter air that still managed to smell like death and rot.