Dimitraeus felt the heat behind him, followed by the vicious burn on his neck by Kane's mark and he let out a groan of frustration before he ripped his fangs away from the dying, screaming prey against him. He grabbed the human by the throat, stemming the flow of blood with his hand as he glared over his shoulder at Kane. "Seriously? Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone feeding?" he snarled, fangs out despite the charm that hid the rest of his demonic features. Really he looked the same otherwise; his aura was just hidden, as well as the tails. He pursed his lips and snapped the human's neck, killing him instantly before he crossed his arms over his chest. Obviously Dimitri didn't mind the blood and gore. But what demon did, really? Anyone who did didn't belong in Hell, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Frustration rolled off of him in waves, and he had a hard time not rubbing his neck as the mark still agitated his skin. He made another sound of frustration in the back of his throat. No, he really wasn't catching a break. "If you knew anything about me you'd know that I don't make a habit to stick around after being caught in the act." Though Jasaiah had never let him off so easily, not with his speed and favors with Lucifer. He should have just gone after him again...His skin crawled though and he thought better of it. No. That witch was not someone he wanted to fuck with right now. He knew he wasn't the only one who could hold a grudge. Between Jas, Satyr and now Kane he was well in over his head. Kane, though, the worse of all, because he had his grubby hands on his soul. Fucker.<br/><br/>"Why the fuck do you care anyway? I obviously didn't get what I was looking for. Hidalgo even likes you, and I'm so low on the totem pole that it won't make you look bad if I just carry on with myself." And apologizing wasn't really in a demon's nature, either. Not that Dimitraeus ever regretted a thing in his life. No, one. One thing. Buried so far deep that not even Jasaiah had managed to pry it out of him, but he was afraid. Afraid of Kane, because he was truly immortal. He'd heard the rumors. He knew of Eden's 'infatuation' with him. Not why, no, nor did he care to know how Kane was immortal. Jasaiah technically wasn't, either, but killing that wretch of a creature was pretty damned impossible with Inari in hiding and ensuring the survival of her last worshiper. "Unless Ashton was serious in thinking I'd show you around, then you are also sorely mistaken for my giving two shits about that."