Kane was getting on his nerves. Of course he denied it, and Dimitri had no proof as to if he was or not. Just the idea was unnerving. So he said nothing, narrowed eyes locked onto the pendant. The only way to get it back was through providing Kane with more leverage on it. "No you're a pain in my ass." He realized the bad pun too late and growled. "I told you it wasn't any of your goddamn business. Why the fuck do you care about some stray soul? It's not like you can use it, since you're already immortal." And also because of the safe guards Dimitri had put into place.<br/><br/>Finally he pinched the bridge of his nose. A demon's word was their bond and most honorable trait. "Fine. Fucking bastard. It's the soul of the last fucking kitsune known to any close plane around the mortal realm. His name is Jasaiah. Now give it." Once Kane handed it over, he would proceed to the front door. "No. I don't need more blood, and I'm not letting you sedate me either. I don't think you understand me, either. I'm not going to parade you around." He slipped the pendant over his neck, the tails and ears coming back into view. Since his back was turned to Kane, the other couldn't see his shudder of relief. It was his safeguard right now, at least until he healed. Kane could easily stop him, but he'd be damned if he was going down without a fight.<br/><br/>After this whole act, he didn't even trust him to keep him safe. That and there was a vast difference between being killed and being harmed.