Dimitreaus blinked a few times. His jaw clenched, but he needed to roll with it. He gave a firm nod. There was nothing to object to and he wasn't going to start shit with the retired demon. Inclining his head in a show of respect, Dimitreaus portalled topside to Kane's coordinates. Seeing the bodies on the floor he raised a brow. "Any in purgatory?" He asked. He kept his distance from Kane. The last thing he wanted was to start shit right now. Not when he knew the things he did. That still pissed him off, but Kane's closeness was muddling his brain. Dammit what was wrong with him? Under the glamour, his tails were lashing around and his ears were back as well. But Kane would have to work to see through it.<br/><br/>He swallowed again. "I have a problem," he started, straight to business as always. "I'm not affected by drugs or disease, but I couldn't drink blood." He still stayed several feet away, and seemed to get more agitated by the second. "I don't know for sure but I have a feeling that you can fix this." He glared at him. He didn't want to do this, and he didn't want to be around him. "So, like a few weeks ago, what do you want in exchange for your blood?"