Dimitraeus moved past him to the chaise, but tensed when Kane touched his tails. For Jasaiah it had been pleasurable, but it just unnerved him to have his tails touched. Alas, the curse was a damned nuisance. Dimitraeus couldn't feel pleasure the way anyone else could. He couldn't love. He cared, sure, for Hidalgo. There was a sense of possessiveness over the dragon, and they had a deep understanding of one another. Hidalgo had finished eating and was curled back over the demon's neck, and he watched Kane warily. He couldn't just kick him out, and it had been decades since an upper class demon had been in his quarters.<br/><br/>"For a kitsune, they're the source of their power. Apparently for a regular kitsune good deeds earn each tail, but Jasaiah killed to get them." He shrugged, nonchalant, the madness tempered by the threat of a greater power in his home. "It's a side effect. I could really care less about them." Dimitri grit his teeth, not wanting to answer his first question, but it seemed fair. "I'm cursed too, not that that is any of your concern. If you're so enthralled with what I do, come with me then." He waved his hand in an intricate pattern, and then snapped his fingers. He was suddenly covered in his armor, something that was required to going to the Greek equivalent of Tartarus.