Would you mind if I hurt you?

The young Asmodean male was not blind to the female's approach, nor did he miss the scent of their father that blended to tell him she was family. Both dusky pink and red wine looked toward the stranger in unison, a silent acknowledgment of blood relation as they gave the stranger the same deadpan expression and remained eerily silent. "Hello!" The pale interloper sang in greeting, but the prince was not truly listening to them. The white mask of the devil's face looked toward his sister, instinctively knowing that she belonged to Lucifer. He remained where he was, however, not really knowing what to do. Until his stomach pinched, hunger drawing his gaze back toward the stranger, then to Belua. "Sister. Hungry." He hissed, his eyes sharp and hard as he stared at her, a silent demand that seemed to be inherited from Lucifer himself.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."