Dimitraeus had enjoyed the piercings on Kane's tongue, but sex wasn't something he could engage in unless pain was involved for either parties. Evidently he had to learn to be a masochist to enjoy sex, but he couldn't have anything passionate. He couldn't make love. Fucking wasn't even really on the table because if both parties enjoyed it that would cause extremely unfortunate things to happen to Dimitri. So he squashed how hot that moan sounded coming from Kane's throat and just took what he needed. Perhaps a little more. But no, he wasn't a dick about feeding off of him. It wouldn't do him any good to look a gift in the mouth. In Kane's case Dimitri would likely just get burned.<br/><br/>With a sigh he pulled back and dropped his arm, then turned away. He didn't thank him. That, too, just wasn't in his nature. Instead he unsheathed his sword and went back to sending the souls where they belonged. Unless Kane had anything else to say. However, midway through it, the 6th house demon's leader Enriel showed up, a bunch of demons behind him. And this was the shit Dimitraeus dealt with. With an exasperated sigh, he canted his head at Enriel. "What do you want En?" he quipped.<br/><br/>Enriel's eyes were glowing red. He hated Dimitraeus more than anyone because Dimitri had caused him to lose his station, casting him to the sixth house instead of the fourth. "To stop you. I don't think you're really immortal." Though Dimitri was more thinking how the hell did he not see Kane standing not far from him? Or did he not care? Probably the latter.<br/><br/>Dimitri rolled his eyes and adjusted his grip on the blade. "How many times must I tell you Enriel. You. Can't. Stop. Me. Even when I was just a lowly little demon like yourself I put your ass in the ground. That's why Azazel is the fourth house head and you aren't." And, predictably, Dimitraeus was surrounded and attacked by all fronts. Typical demon bullshit.