Dimitraeus let out an impatient sigh and looked back at Ashton. Yeah, he was hungry, but would it really be worth feeding from him? What would he want in return. The demon was deeply distrusting, and with good reason. No one should trust him, either. Demons were just that way in nature. His jaw clenched. "What do you want, then?" he demanded, obviously frustrated. Silently he cursed him, and then his eyes flared and he got up. Of course. Why shouldn't he be surprised? Ashton was Lucifer's son, and it was possible Eden would have informed him. Or, maybe he just knew. "Forget it," he snarled.<br/><br/>Standing there, with rage pouring off of him in wave, he glared at the other. "That is none of your damned business." Fuck he needed to get out of here before Kane arrived. Though he knew it was only a matter of time since he was marked now. But he'd be damned if he made it easy for that bastard to find him. With a shake of his head, Dimitraeus moved to leave. He really didn't want to stay here any longer, now that he was made aware of Ashton's connection to Kane. Unless he was stopped, he would stride towards the dance floor. He'd spotted a nice young man who screamed gay, and looked like the sort of guy who enjoyed bottoming.