Dimitraeus scoffed a bit, starting to pace back and forth in his room. Hidalgo sat next to Kane and trilled in worry. He didn't like it when Dimitri got like this. Finally he stopped and jammed a finger in his direction. "We are not mated. We are not friends. You have some one-sided infatuation with me that I don't know is causing some sort of side effect with my curse." He moved to loom over him. "I don't give a fuck what you think, or how well versed you are in souls. It's none of your goddamn fucking business and you had no fucking right to put them back together in the first place." He shouted the last few words, then grabbed the letter out of his hand.<br/><br/>He cracked open the seal on the letter, opening it to find word from Asmodeus about Samuel. His eyes widened, and he let out a laugh. It was cruel, and sinister. "Fucking bastard did it. He actually fucking did it." But there was pain in Dimitraeus's eyes, because he'd paid too much of a goddamn price for that runt to have survived this long before he finally fell. He turned away from Kane in order to avoid him seeing the reaction, and then grabbed a vial and dumped it on the letter. The acid would eat it until nothing remained, and he left the remnants on the floor. Great way to avoid works being redone. "You can leave, by the way. I don't want your services." Though that didn't mean he didn't need them. God he was thirsty.