The fox demon led her to the couch, which he returned to it's rightful position with a swift kick. "Each emotion has it's own distinctive scent. You already know what fear smells like from my view. Doubt is slightly sour. Anger is completely raw, like rotten, uncooked meat." He shrugged, tipping his hat and leaning back into the couch. "An Incubi demon is a type of vampire. Like a male Succubus. Sex demons. You have sex with them, they steal your soul and use it as energy, most often leaving you nothing but a hollow body." He put both hands on his chest, fingers splayed. "I am not such a demon. I am a nine tailed kitsune. A fox demon. Each of my nine tails contains 'mystical powers'. The only mystical power I use is to enhance my sight and hearing, as well as enchanting my weapons. Anywho, most of the other demons think I'm crazy because I can't control my powers. Typical kitsune stereotypes." He leaned close to her, more out of boredom than anything else. "You see, I once was sane. All these wars though, the endless flow of blood. Explosions, torn limbs. Demons have wars too. I was a field medic before I went looney." He shrugged, leaning back into the couch. He was running out of things to do, and being bored was never good. For him, or anyone near him. "You know what Sam? I think..... I'm going to kiss you harder than you've ever been kissed in your twenty years of life. Afterwards, I might do other things, depending on whether or not there's anything better to do." He leaned in close, kissing her hard, pulling away quickly with a gaugeing look in his eyes. "Don't worry. I don't bite hard."