He was not intimidated or irritated at her little jab. His moods were known to be wild, in one moment, that comment would have sent him over the edge into a violent screaming rage. In another, like this one, he seemed almost amused by the comment, a half-smirk cracking on his scarred features. Sure, he held glimmers of battles past upon his black and red pelt. Little nicks and patches of fur missing from here and there, along with scars much larger. There was a particularly large scar upon his neck, a scar when Baphoment seemed intent on killing Rogue. Andras would never allow it, even if his dear sister never even came to visit. His body was littered with scars, but he was in much better shape than the...interesting looking female before him.
Truly though, her comment was amusing. Not interested was not exactly what Andras would call it. Females gave away much in their scent, if they like it or not. Andras were always quite...aware of such scents. In his younger days, before his bond with Lillith, he was quite drawn to the scents of females in the winter. Their joyful tang, the robust acknowledgement of fertility and sexuality. He used to relish in such scents, and take any females he wished. No more, no more, with soul chained to one most perfect. He wasn't complaining, but he knew she was not as one is unviolated this winter. He could smell it in her scent, his nose tingling as he inhales her, head drifting towards her rear a bit before his sunset eyes craftily dash back to her. A clever smile bleeds onto his chiseled muzzle.
"Not interested? My dear, you cannot hide your interest from me," he gloated, tail waving behind him in a single wave. Had she really succumbed to Chael? Or had she let another male grasp her in his clutches? Quite honestly, he wasn't sure what male would...grasp her so tightly, aside from Chael. Hell, Chael made the most sense. He would have to take whatever he could get. Maybe in days past, he would express interest in a girl such as she, a girl who likely wasn't afraid to lose a little flesh in the process. Ah, but his concern was real, a concern he doesn't exactly like to expose, but the Demons were not ignorant. The young are the next generation, the ones to hold the legacy. If she does hold Chael's child...he wants it in Iromar.
As she lifts her head, he adjusts also, lifting his own and twisting as to pop a crick in his neck, slowly adjusting to normal with his keen smile as she continues with her words. Rotting flesh was not a typical male fetish, but Andras was not a typical male. His brain was wired differently, the scent of rot something pleasant and beautiful. He watches the movements of her muscles, the delicate parting of his skin, flesh from fresh as she spoke. He had heard rumors, little whispers of someone saving the angel king from a cat. Looks like the true savior is something quite ugly. He snorted a slight chuckle at her presumptions of him, cute really that she knows so little and assumes so much...yet that is life in many ways.
"You'd be surprised" he rumbled as he slithered closer in the fluffy white snow, his look of intensity falling upon her as he did dare to get closer, although not to touch, but to get a better look, to see eye to eye real good
"Some males like a woman who isn't afraid to lose a little fur," he said, the light of the moon glimmering in his eyes and highlighting his ripped muzzle where his fang peeked out.
"Loner lands? For lost souls like you, I suppose? I am here to kill for my woman, for she wishes to feast. I didn't realize a full belly was such a terrible thing," he said with an etched touch of sarcasm, observing her reaction carefully. Lillith was not weak, nor incapable of hunting. It was a sign of goodwill, his dedication to his pregnant soul that carried his children...and maybe he enjoyed the hunt and the kill. Yet, he wanted Chael happy despite wanting to rip into his neck when he was even slightly annoyed. That is the life of Chael, that is his purpose and he serves it well. Outside of his fangs though, Andras needed his lowest member taken care of...and he needs his children taken care of as well. A Demon always put value on a pup that can be on his side.
"From the looks of you, I'd say you have never had your own children before. A shame they are to grow up all alone, never knowing their father, and a shame that you will have to constantly provide for them day after day. I think...you are the type who doesn't want something so..dependent on you," he said as he rolled his blood hued shoulders, lifting his head in a shrug.
"Perhaps, you would give me a little of your time, and I will ensure you won't have a little lost puppy clinging to you for years," he stated, staring her down as he explored her position on the matter. Andras had seen it before - females who get knocked up and don't want their children. They are often loners, certain types of loners. The tougher and rougher ones. Who knows, maybe he is completely wrong. Maybe she craves children and wants their company. Something tells him with her ugly mug, that it isn't a lifestyle she desires.