Dimitraeus had been stupid not to keep his ears open. He'd been too preoccupied with the goddamn lackluster room. He hadn't seen Kane at all in Hell, which should have been his first clue. But he was thorough, yet he found not a damned thing. When he felt the hand wrap around his throat, he froze. Too close. Too fucking close to the one thing that made him immortal. Then he felt all that muscle and strength and...height press up against him. Shit. Shit shit shit! "Kane," he hissed, the shadows already darkening in the room.<br/><br/>He couldn't suppress the shudder when Kane licked up his neck. His ears were actually on top of his head now, which was part of the reason why he hated them, but he could feel that hot breath. God fucking dammit why did he have to be so attractive? He growled and shoved back against him, reaching up to grab the hand in a vicious grip. "Get your hands off of me." No. This was not going to happen. The shadows surged forward, thick masses of darkness that tried to detach Kane from him.<br/><br/>"I'm not inviting you for shit. It's not like I found what I was looking for anyway." His tails gave an irritated flick and he tried to shift into nothingness, tried to become invisible so he could move away from him. He had a lot of tricks, but he had no idea the extent of Kane's abilities. The demon was now the head of the Third House for fuck's sake. Did he really even stand a chance?<br/><br/>Hidalgo chose that perfect moment of struggle to show up, but when he saw the commotion, he chirped and flit over to a corner, staying silent. He was useless as help, really. But he did make for a great companion.<br/><br/>Dammit, no! "Get the fuck away from me!" he snarled, his rage making his powers eratic and somewhat more powerful. As attractive as Kane was, this was so not the time or place, especially with his hand so fucking close to the one thing that made him immortal. Even though it was embedded into his skin, it was camouflaged as a necklace. But if Kane found out...he would be royally screwed.