Sam understood, and he held bitterness towards Is-Dimitraeus. He really didn't like Asmodeus, but it was hard for Samuel to hate. It wasn't in his nature, and he certainly didn't want revenge, either. But to get clarification? That was just dandy with him. Reaching out, he clasped Ryan's hand, wanting to provide confidence but also needing his own. They would both stay out of Milo and Jared's way. In fact, Jared even stood off to the side, merely guarding the door. So it would seem Milo was left alone to interrogate the demon. He was the most powerful among them right now.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Dimitraeus had just about been ready to go do something rather promiscuous, hot and fucking dirty with Kane when it happened. He'd even asked Kane to meet him in an hour or two. All the equipment was prepared and ready. Dimitri hadn't changed yet, but he was horny and hungry and...He stopped dead in his tracks, the pull on his soul unable to be fought against. That was the bitch about being a demon. And Ryan had his blood, so the chances of it being some dumb humans making an idiotic mistake, he figured Ryan needed something. So he didn't fight the summons. It would be easy that way anyway.<br/><br/>Wrong. So. Very. Wrong. He choked as the holy energy squeezed down around him like a vice. The gravity was twenty times worse, rendering him onto his hands and knees as he corporealized in the circle. Holy energy. Everywhere. "Fucking...Fuck." It took practically everything he had just to raise his head, and he choked again, coughing up blood. Well wasn't that just attractive. But two of the four figures in the room were recognizable. "Sammy? Well, shit. I thought I felt you in the hospital." His head turned to Ryan, and his eyes narrowed. "Mind explaining yourself, nephew?"<br/><br/>Sam flinched at the nickname. "You don't get to call me that. Not ever," he said bitterly, one hand balling into a tight fist. He was shaking, and tears pricked his eyes, but he refused to look away as he clasped Ryan's hand tight.