Eden gave his signature pout, pulling his wrist out of Kane's grip. He sighed and stepped back. It was true that Lucifer wanted to control Kane, but it seemed like his efforts were failing left and right. "I still care about you," he said lightly, knowing it was only a part-lie. Their relationship was fleeting, and he knew Kane was sick with his games more and more anymore. Eden looked over at Dimitraeus, ignoring the pleading in Kane's voice. Eden's eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>"He isn't what he seems, Kane," he said finally, stepping back and going to get a towel. "You need to be careful. And no, I won't help you. He's the competition, after all. If you care so much about him, find some way to fix him." He waved a hand, dismissing them both. It hurt, but the feeling was so minimal. Eden wanted Kane's body more than his heart. He wanted his help, but he'd exhausted that when it came to his garden.