Dimitraeus's eyes hardened, wrapping himself in that protective shell because of the inevitability that after all was said and done he would return to the unfeeling, selfish bastard he was. He reached up and fiddled with the pendant. He could feel Kane's cum trickling out of his ass and shuddered at the lewdness that filled him. He was limping, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. Pain was something he was just used to. He didn't react to him, not at first, but he was more tired than he thought and he was covered in bodily fluids. Dimitri gripped onto the table. The more he asked, the more he would owe this demon, and yet he could honestly say he wasn't sure what Kane wanted from him at this point.<br/><br/>He turned towards him, kneeling down to grab his clothes off the floor. Dimitraeus put them on, then studied him. The comment had him pressing his lips together, unsure whether to glare or blush. The fact that Kane had gotten him to blush at all was a horridly embarrassing fact, yet Kane managed to do it again. "I don't trust you," he said. "But then, I don't trust anyone, so it's nothing personal. However, given that fact, you haven't done anything to hurt me in my frail state, and I would like to be cleaned up. Do you have a place that isn't here?" It wasn't something he was comfortable asking, and Kane could see it in his face and the way he fidgeted. However, his usual haunts were vulnerable, and he didn't have the energy to conjure a potion to clean himself. "I wasn't expecting to be conscious until I recovered," he muttered, more to himself than to Kane. He didn't comment about having a filthy mouth, because all of this was new to him and it made him feel extremely subconscious.