His voice was soft and fuzzy sounding, muffled my the warm cocoon that threatened sleep. But it was still enough to make the demon start violently, eyes snapping widely open. Her head turned to face him so quickly that the bones in her stiff neck cracked slightly. She met his eyes evenly, though her mind flicked over the possible escape routes should she need to make a quick exit. She gave a mental sigh- she was just starting to get situated here... But that was life, for Scarlet. Trouble had an uncanny knack for dropping in- uninvited, mind you- at the worst possible times. Scarlet hesitated a moment, considering his question, then shook her head, "I am not," she replied. Her voice was dark and low- almost monotonous, but held a certain sultry quality that gave her heritage away almost immediately.<br/><br/>She thought about answering him further, but thought the better of it. She knew far too little about this... Thing to be giving out her personal information. There were a number of creatures and fae in this world that could do loads of damage with nothing more than a name. Scarlet stared back into those black orbs without flinching. They did not unnerve her in the least, having seen easily stranger- and more frightening- things in her travels.<br/><br/>A small voice in the back of her head quipped that she should, perhaps, be a bit more hospitable and invite the stranger in. That would be her conscience.<br/><br/>She ignored it with little effort. She'd invite him in when she was sure he wasn't here to kill her. Or worse.