Sanctus turned swiftly, his hand drawing his gun and pointing it at her instantaneously. His eyes were locked on to the woman, trying to gauge her nature and motive. He didn't show any fear, merely focus. He could tell she was no ordinary woman, he could smell the demon on her. Was she a full-blood demon, or just a half-breed? The scent was strange, though, he wasn't sure he'd encountered one like her before. Still, he wasn't worried, if she wanted a fight, he could handle it.<br/><br/>"Demon?" he asked flatly and bluntly. He had certainly noticed her appearance. She was very good looking, with a stunning figure. He couldn't be distracted by such a thing, though. He knew demons came in all shapes and sizes, some were vicious, ugly beasts that attacked head on... others were gorgeous and seductive, luring men off-guard before striking... he wasn't about to let his guard down like that.<br/><br/>Before even waiting for an answer to his previous query, he added, somewhat bluntly, despite the polite wording, "What is it that you want, my lady?"