Liryncka watched, her expression betraying her amusement at Maya's reaction. The gun was the least of Maya's worries, and that was the point that the demon intended to make--though it seemed lost on the poor corrupted human. Her tongue made a second appearance as she contemplated how to deal with the woman. Her head tilted to the side again and she gestured toward the strip.
"There's a few clubs, if you're looking for a drink. If you're looking for some fun... I know a place. A good one at that," she said as she lowered her hand from the other's chin. She was still dangerously close, the scent of jasmine and vanilla wafting from her form. Liry paused for a moment. "And I wasn't trying to pressure you, child. I was showing you that if I meant you harm, I would have done it so far. I certainly have the means."
The demon let that sink in for a moment, silence hanging thickly in the air betwixt the two. When she felt that sufficient time had passed, another creepy smile crept its way across her lips. She blinked. Once, twice, even a third time, before she spoke again.
"I simply meant that I would accompany you. Someone has dropped a part of themselves into you, and I can smell the demonic corruption, girl. So how about we go get a drink, we talk, and we figure out where you need to go from here? Or I can leave, and you can figure it all out on your own. It's up to you."
Another chuckle left her lips, a grin taking over the smirk that previously curled them upward. She took a step nearer to Maya, intentionally crossing into her personal space as she reached a hand outward, fingers seeking to snare the woman's chin and curl underneath it. Liry was curious mostly, and though she did mean ill will, it was not toward the corrupted human. Her tongue prodded against the inside of her cheek, pushing it outward slightly.
"I was actually going to see if you had anything worth taking--I'm looking for some new decorations for my home, and honestly kleptomania is the perfect solution for that problem. However, you were home--and that I did not expect. I suppose I should have checked the garage first--assuming you own a vehicle," Liry explained, her gaze not once leaving Maya. She spoke the truth, though she didn't have to. "If I wanted to harm you, I would have already."
As she spoke, her other hand dipped into her jacket and withdrew a gun, which she showed to the corrupted human. "See?" she asked rhetorically before returning it to its place.
"How about this: you tell me where you're going, or we go to a club, I honestly don't care which, and we get to know each other a little? I can smell the corruption and darkness within you, girl. And I see the fear in your eyes. Lovely to observe, by the way."
Liry watched through the window as Maya moved, though she didn't follow her around the house, so to speak. Instead, when the corrupted human made her way toward the door, she would find the envious demon standing before her, pitch-hued eyes fixed on the other's form. Her lips twitched slightly, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth a second time as she studied her.
"A little chilly for those, don't you think?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. A smirk toyed with the corners of her mouth as her dark stare swept over the woman. Liry wasn't much better, but what else could she say to start a conversation with the other? The demon wasn't even sure that's what she wanted; she actually preferred that Maya left altogether so that she could dig through drawers and cabinets in search of something of more value than what was visible with her gaze.
The demon's head tilted to the side, a few crimson curls briefly obscuring her face before she pushed them back to the side, tucking them behind her ears. Her tongue made an appearance, sliding across her lips to moisten them. Was she taunting the corrupted woman? Or was she simply disgusted by the dryness of her lips? One couldn't really tell, to be honest.
Liry could sense something was off with the woman; she could feel the roiling waves of desire that emanated from her body. She could smell the desire that moistened Maya's nether regions, and she could sense the need, the covetous want of someone's body. It amused her, and a soft chuckle poured itself from her lips as she flashed Maya a toothy grin.
"Where are you headed to?"
A darkly clad figure walked along the sidewalk just outside Maya's residence, heeled boots tapping out a cadence upon the cement. Her clothing was a little unusual and one might first surmise that she was a lady of the night, and yet she walked with the certainty of someone that belonged on this street in particular. She wasn't a sex worker, though she certainly had given in to carnal desires on more than one occasion. If Maya were to pull back her curtains at that exact moment, she might even see the demon stroll past her home, hands shoved in the pockets of a light jacket which she wore over a crimson corset. Knee-high boots adorned her legs, crafted of black, faux-leather. Liry, short for Liryncka, had no qualms with the animals of this world; her issues were with far more humanoid creatures than those.
Beneath a black cap, long, fiery curls bounced freely, framing a pale face with similarly dark eyes. Painted lips seemed to permanently carry upon them a smirk, as if the demon knew more than she was letting on--and perhaps she did. No one ever really took the time to figure out anything about her beyond what she was, and in that regard she often met with a sort of unease. The religious loathed her, and the irreligious feared her: she was an embodiment of something the former had been warned of their entire lives and of something the latter spent theirs denying. It was an interesting place to be, to an extent. It was also horribly boring and uneventful.
Just as Maya seemed to have brought death in her wake, however unintentionally it might be, Liry brought with hers a sort of covetous need. And so it was that, in this regard, Liryncka was directly responsible for a rash of break-ins that plagued Maya's neighborhood in particular. Sure, the demon was directly responsible for some of the thefts, but she made a habit of not taking credit for simple human depravity. After all, she was the push they needed to make their moves, not the driving force of their own immorality.
The demon's tongue pressed against one of her canines as she looked up at Maya's home, and a moment later it clicked against the roof of her mouth. A cursory glance swept over the area before she stalked up toward one of the windows and leaned against it. Gloved fingers pressed against the window pain and her breath was warm and cloudy in the crisp night air. She tried to glean information with that look, seeing if there was anything of particular value that she might desire for herself.