His sunset eyes were taking in her form. She was marked as a demon...marks that he knew. It was scent old, one he barely knew to begin with. There are many demons that linger on the Earth. Many that do not live in Iromar. Demons seek out Angels. They search and they destroy. Angels do not only exist here, and thus, demons are not only here. The Iromar clan came from many others, to spread the demons out across the land. It is completely logical for another demon to appear that was outside of their particular Moladion band. He looked over her carefully, making sure not to let his eyes wander too far, but enough to get a real, good look at her. He didn't want any sort of demon impostor to attempt to infiltrate their ranks. That would be something the Angels would do, and Andras was not going to be fooled.

Her indifference to his actions did not bother him. It was a sort of tactic many employed to counter his...rather aggressive nature. It did, however, tend to differentiate the weak minded from the stronger. The weak tend to cower, to bed and to plead. It is an energy the male loved to feed off of, but she was not one of them. No, the sight of her, the scent, he knew that she was demon now, being so close to her. He lifted a brow slightly at her as she stepped closer, his stance slightly relaxed from before. He may be...irritated about his sister, but those thoughts were quickly drained out with this new visitor. He needed something a little...different to take his mind off of the disappointing areas of his life.

She begins to speak and she uses a voice of seduction, a voice that was not his...type. Andras was not one for the typical. Andras enjoyed exploiting the weak. He enjoyed toying with those who do not want it, do not enjoy it. He enjoys inflicting pain on those less worthy, and hearing the screams of the helpless. She, however, tries to use her voice on him, and it simply is not appealing. Not to mention his recent tie to Lillith. It is only her voice that can stir up a vicious fire inside of his very soul .No woman could ever tempt Andras as Lillith does. This bond...this curse, this blessing, was stronger than anything else he had ever experienced. It is something like a leash, tied to his very core, and yet it is like a mind link between the two. Imprinting. Something that only happened here, in Moladion. A mystery. Some would find it to be a weakness, but Andras found it as a source of strength. Maybe she had manipulated him into it, but he didn't care. It was his life now.

She claims to be kin, and all signs point to her being of Demon. He knows of many that may, for whatever reason, decide to come to Iromar. It wasn't long until she continued, his face staying static as she speaks her name. Vera, the sister-in-law of Ishtar. Yes, he knew of her, though he did not know her personally. Ishtar is his Queen. He traveled with her and Baphomet far, as their next in command. He was not out of touch with their pasts, their stories, their history. He knows enough about Ishtar, and he knows of this Vera too. The mate to Ishtar's brother. He allowed a sly grin to push onto his sinister lips, his eyes becoming more playful and less aggressive.

"Vera, I see. The lady of Ishtar's brother, if I remember correctly? Yes, yes, one of your blood is welcome in the home of demons." he said, his voice naturally rough and deep, echoing through the land like a rumbling machine, but there was definite change in tone. A change that he allowed only for those that had worth, and a demon of her kind, should hold worth. Andras gives a slight nod, but keeps his domineering position. He is the Archduke, and he is to hold himself as such. He looks surprisingly regal, but still husky and rugged. A male specimen to marvel at.

He wondered if she knew of the...powers this land had upon males. A power so strong, it has changed his very being. Andras was not nearly as protective as before. No, he was not at all. Yet, his tie to Lillith, his child of perfection with her...he didn't take any risks with newcomers. His eyes shift, thinking for a moment before locking back on to hers.

"Things are...different here, Vera. I must admit, my protectiveness is a...recent trait. I am Andras, the Archduke of Iromar. Care to come in? I am sure Ishtar would like to see you, yes?" he says as he tilts his head slightly back, beckoning her in further into the land of Hell, the land of stench and death. He would wait until she made the first move, before walking beside her with his well-built frame. Ladies first, of course, but he with her, he would not indulge in the scent of her behind. She should consider herself lucky. He would love to get a nice, good whiff of her backside, to take in that taunting feminine scent. She may try to tempt him with her voice, but it is only her stench that could lure him in. And thus, he would wait, starting eye to eye with her. He would wait however long it would take, for her to take his little offer to explore the depths of the mists. If she comes in, he will begin to walk towards the den of Ishtar, although, he might consider taking a round about way. It all depends on how her...company plays out. Andras wasn't exactly the most gracious of hosts.