Dimitri tossed his head back and let out a laugh before he climbed in. He hadn't looked in the mirror yet to see all the changes. His wings were hidden for now, along with his horns. The demon tilted his head as he was caressed and let his eyes close. He nodded. "Yes, but it's quicker this way." And oh so very intimate. A pained groan left him, his body tensing as the searing pain worked to heal the shoulder. His feet were badly burned, the rest of his body as well really, but the stab wounds on his chest were the worst. He hadn't even fully healed from the last ones. His hands gripped the edges of the tub and he panted hard through it. "Fuck," he cursed, spitting up blood, trying not to scream even though the pain was nearly unbearable.<br/><br/>He splashed his face, the hot water stinging, but he didn't care. The caress of Kane's magic stirred his groin, getting erect. He did scream then, arching as his wounds seared shut. He'd certainly have quite the battle scars at the end of this, but at least he'd be cleaned up for the party. "Fuck I want you inside of me while your doing that." To mingle their magic together, his venom from feeding and Kane's healing energy. He shuddered, turned on and in such exquisite pain. It hurt in the most beautiful way. He tried to turn. God he was addicted to the demon. Emotionally, physically. He couldn't get enough. "If Lucifer wasn't holding this party I'd tell them all to piss off. But that doesn't mean we can't get a quickie in." More pain, causing him to curl up as he screamed out more.