Her eyes widened a bit as her expected guest unexpectedly dropped through the ceiling. Certainly she hadn't been expecting that sort of entrance, but she wasn't about to let him know just how surprised she was. Scanty's lids lowered a bit as she smiled to him, tipping her glass to her lips again and took a small sip.

"Oh, I do - but I figured the wine could keep me occupied in the meantime," Scanty set the glass delicately on the end table beside the couch before glancing back to him, her green eyes glowing slightly in her mischief. "Seems I have no need of the wine now."

Some demons did indeed use sex to steal mortal souls, Scanty wouldn't deny that. But she was a different class of demon; a higher class. She didn't need to resort to such tactics to steal a human's soul. Scanty could easily sink her nails in and rip it out as if it were a solid organ. But such actions were beneath her.

On the rare occasions, such as this, that Scanty invited another to her bed, it was to slake her own lust.