His invitation to the succubus wasn't without thought or wise consideration. She was Bound, so what she could do was limited, but Oded was more concerned with her Master's reactions if she discovered the succubus had come to him unbidden. He suspected her Master was exactly why Naamah had requested audience, but here in the Mortal Coil, he did not advertise his standing Below or Above, as it were. She had tasted of his power on the plantation, his True power.
One of the First. My Prince of the Second. Ruler of Seduction and Damned Love. His little sister had used his names, his old names, flattering him perhaps. Even in Hell, it had been hundreds upon hundreds of years since he had been called any of those titles, though he retained them. Among the damned, there was no missing the Fallen amid the soulless demons and the deserving punished. Or perhaps she was reminding him of his allegiances to their kind. Whatever it was, he would only discover the truth of the matter when she came to him.
He was reclining on his sofa, tuning a guitar, when Oded felt her approach, the whisper of malevolent shadows that caressed his skin before dissipating. She was at his door, the echo of her inner voice came to him and Oded chuckled. He set the guitar aside and rose, going to the door and drawing it open, smirking down at the little succubus. Oded stood to the side and gestured for her to enter. "Do enter, sister. Would you care for a drink - a mortal drink?" he asked carefully, the invitations quite specific.