Matt's body shook lightly in an almost jump as the Devil appeared suddenly so close, with a completely different different outfit. He pulled on a confused expression, pointing at her and seemed to stuttered something, but he just shook his head and disregarded it. He put down the glass on the windowsill next to him, and gulped down a little, pressing his back harder against the wall. Matt was quite unsure of how to deal with this... woman? Or whatever she was.
Get a grip, dude., he said to himself, frowning now. He clenched his teeth and locked his eyes on hers, as the Devil dragged her finger against himself. There was a pause, almost like a hesitation to her question, before he smirked and nodded.