((It's somewhat normal for what is, at the current, a 'one on one'))
The demon shrugged lightly, exhaling a light breath of smoke. "Both..." He had a bad habit of trailing off with a small pause after speaking sometimes. It was likely a cross between being thoughtful and lazy. Vhiras peered over the woman before him skeptically, only a few moments ago she had, in a small way, scorned his 'advances'. Seemed to the demon the girl couldn't hold her coveted 'hell' liquor. Such was human frailty, he had to suppose. The demon took another drag from the cigarette and blew smoke to the side, pondering this while she 'conversed' at him, keeping his eyes on her with a rather lazy, somewhat unamused expression. It wasn't unheard of for mortals to 'kill' lesser demons and such, nor was interesting for Vhiras to hear of.
He made a thin, wicked grin after hearing her accept his 'apology', going on to make an admittance out of the expression 'Nobody's perfect'. Truly a mortal's limited way of thinking, but it couldn't be helped; Vhiras made a small effort not to look QUITE so down on the lesser races of mortals. After all, they held his curiosity at times and proved rather entertaining to the demon. He watched as she eyeballed his stock of volatile 'poison', chuckling to himself as she instead asked for water. "Feeling a bit 'tipsy', are we...? Help yourself; we are an oasis in the dark..." His claws motioned towards where her glass had been as the familiar 'clink' of ice-cubes fell from the tall glass of clear, cool water beside her... It got rather boring and gimmicky doing that, but for now, it served a menial purpose... Beyond making it quite apparent how vacant the lounge seemed.
"Honestly, Rhea... It's best to keep your senses in situations like these... You wouldn't want to be... taken 'advantage' of, would you...?" Vhiras grinned, licking his chops, tongue sliding over his lips in a somewhat unsettling yet normal manner.