Dimitraeus had fallen into a coma, so to speak. Another 2-3 weeks, even if his soul was put together. Before losing consciousness he had hoped that Kane would understand his hints, but his life was now in Kane's hands.<br/><br/>Eden could practically count the minutes before Kane's arrival. Of course, they were bound together, so it wasn't as if he didn't know where Kane was at all times. It infuriated him that most days, unless Kane had errands to do as the house head, he was always around the pathetic fallen angel. But Eden couldn't really entirely blame Kane. Eden<i>was </i>the one who made Dimitraeus a demon. He sighed and tipped his head back, crossing his legs in the tub when Kane entered his rooms.<br/><br/>"Well that's a bold move," he said in a sing-song voice, tilting his head to the side as he watched Kane set Dimitraeus down on one of his couches. He clucked his tongue. "He looks a bit worse for wear." He moved to stand up, his naked body dripping with water as he got out of the tub and walked up to Kane. He pressed his hand over Kane's heart. "Tell me, darling, do you care for him? Do you...love him?" He said it like it was a bad word, though there was no denying that Eden felt<i>something </i>for Kane. That was why they had stayed together so long.<br/><br/>Eden was, if anything, very fond of him, and praise his father, that demon knew how to fuck. He pressed himself up against him, reaching out to fondle him through his jeans. "Tell me, and I<i>might </i>help you." He knew Dimitraeus wouldn't die. He'd told Enriel not to kill him, and the demon lord knew better than to cross Eden. Most everyone did, or they paid a rather hefty price.