Dimitraeus only shrugged. He hadn't even known if he'd been able to stab the righteous asshole. No. Dwelling on that wasn't something on the forefront of his mind. Though knowing everything Samuel had endured. A different pain twisted his features. Guilt. And yet that angel still remained so strong. He scoffed softly at his own thoughts. When Kane encouraged him to lie down, he frowned. He hated being vulnerable. Even if he was immortal, he was just that. Vulnerable. "Yeah it's certainly backfired. All my longings to be immortal." He clicked his tongue, grimaced, and laid back down.<br/><br/>Kane's question had him blushing. His face had been mostly unmarred, but the rest of his body wasn't so unlucky when it came to being charred by holy energy. "Of all the things you could ask," he said with an amused look in his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling instead of him. "I was going to dress like a filthy maid and have you walk in on me injecting eggs into myself." He squirmed. "Despite the circumstances...it was hot..." Nope. Not making eye contact. He raised a hand to his face. "Could you imagine the looks on their faces if they'd summoned me in the middle of that?" he said, then laughed, only to turn around and cough up more blood.