Hell had been quiet but Iris could hear the hushed whisper in the air ever since the rumor or Dimitri coming back had started. It was an unpleasant turn of events but no one dates argue with Lucifer's direct pardons. Maybe he just wanted to mess with all of them or got tired of the weakness in his ranks and bringing back the old cunning demon would keep them on their toes. Certainly Dimitreaus didn't have many friends. For her part she had kept working on some law changes and found herself most days in her rather large office inside the 2nd house trying her best to sort through paperwork and spells. There never seemed to be an end to the tasks and she had no interest in playing petty games with the other houses while there were so many bigger prospects to be concerned about.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>One might have wished Gabe the best of luck in his approach. Even if he had caught glimpses of the man Drake was or could be it was like there were two sides to his coin. The sex addict that was so open to pleasure, eager to give himself and connect or trust almost starved for any affection, attention, or praise. Then there was the outside the bedroom side which was hard to pin down and emotionally elusive. Most of the progress they had made was on the side that seemed capable or forming a bond as all Gabe had to do was snap his fingers and Drake would trust or permit almost anything domination wise.<br/><br/>Yet... As he offered up the idea that Drake could talk to him about anything the vampire looked confused, almost worried as if not quite sure if he was being tricked with his arousal being put on pause. "I don't doubt that I could." He replied knowing it was an option but not quite sure what Gabe was asking of him. It felt like he was missing the right wavelength as the angel tried to prompt for a response the vampires eyes tried to read and guess what he anticipated.