"I see," Andreas said to Koda. "So a woman from the village sent you here. Does that mean you intend to be in the area for a while, or did you just come to see me out of courtesy?" The man's rose-red eyes glanced down when he felt his servant tugging at his trousers. "Wolf," she mouthed, and he smiled slightly as a thanks. Many demons had a strong enough sense of smell that they could even identify species with it. As a Vampire Demon, Asalia's nose was especially acute. Andreas, on the other hand, had no such talent. Perhaps it was a tradeoff for his overwhelming strength and intellectual prowess.<br/><br/>The food seemed to be helping Koda relax, but it was more than obvious he was frightened by Andreas. "You can relax, Koda. I'm as sinister and terrifying as you seem to think, but not toward my guests. Truth be told, I might even have a small soft spot for Wolves." Indeed, there was one Wolf in particular he was somewhat close to. Only a creature with as much pride, power, and sense of loyalty as a wolf could endeavor to be friends with a demon. In fact, even other demons were too afraid of Andreas to get close; it probably had something to do with his senseless slaughtering of them in his younger days.<br/><br/>Andreas tapped his plate once with his knife, signalling for Asalia to prepare another serving for him. He took up a glass of ruby-red wine in the mean time.