Dimitreaus paled. Fuck. Kane was likely a soul water. However, he continued to match towards him. "What the hell do you care? This is none of your business." He couldn't even fathom why Kane had given him any warnings about this. Admittedly he didn't know that that would happen, but that just meant he would have to find a way to stop it from happening. That was one thing he excelled at. "You're a soul eater, aren't you?" Of course he was being slightly hypocritical, but that just meant he was walking on eggshells. Kane could shred his existence without batting an eye. His pallor was the only reflection of how utterly terrified he was. But he still held out his hand.<br/><br/>"Give it back, and send me back to my quarters if you'd be so kind." He didn't want to stay here. Despite the divine blood he'd consumed and the great sex they'd had, he was suddenly of the mind that he really, really, really didn't want to be around Kane. Fuck he could kill him in his sleep. "I'll deal with whatever punishment Lucifer gives me but I'm not staying here another minute." He was irrational now and starting to panic. He wanted his powers back, now. But, not to his knowledge, Kane's blood was the only thing that could speed up that process. Even though Kane had said he wouldn't hurt him, he'd also said he couldn't trust him. Now Kane, Lucifer, and Eden knew his weaknesses. But Kane didn't know what he was, and even though he didn't remember much, Dimitreaus did. Perhaps it would save his hide...