Women were a bore. Blake knew this. Though he'd previously been fascinated with them and respected them, almost idolized them to a point, even the prospect of his sisters and mother back home brought a bit of bile to his throat. Men on the other hand had mystery. They had more strength for Blake to break down, more will so the demon could mess with them and make them putty in his hands. He did agree that the girl in red was kind of intriguing, but he'd rather have the blonde coming on to him any day.
Blake's smirk widened and he grinned at Roger, watching him drink. His tongue stroked at the side of his teeth as he studied this man. "This lanky one is kinda bendy too..." he said airily, sniffing and looking back out at the floor. "Though got longer limbs so the hold's a bit better..."