Dimitraeus rolled his eyes but didn't press. If he wasn't willing to share his own wretched past, why would Kane? He'd gone a lot of dirt of other demons though because of the slip of the tongue. He fucked his away around, that was for sure, and under any other circumstance Dimitri wouldn't have given a damn about his own nudity. But that pendant was his key to immortality, and Kane's immortality was his biggest threat, especially after seeing that little display in the alleyway with the soul he'd carted. He could feel Kane's eyes on his naked skin, but rather than feel flirty, he felt exposed and it made his skin crawl. No wonder Eden fancied Kane. Sure he knew of their relationship, but he hadn't ever actually been around this demon before. It shouldn't have come as a surprise when the more powerful demon slid up behind him to stroke his skin and grope him.<br/><br/>Clenching his jaw, he stepped out of reach and to the side, not giving him his back or the side with the jewel as he bent to reach for the pants once more, which were now on the floor. He rolled his eyes. "Sure. For the grandson of the 3rd house and Lucifer's own son I just bet such things are traded." He was sarcastic of course, but far from bitter. Dimitraeus was fine with his existence, even as he fought to get up in the ranks. Dimitri blinked at him as if to say, 'really?' He'd make a second attempt to put the pants on. "I ferry the souls from purgatory, and from Death. It's not something I have to do on a daily business, either." It was how he had found out about Jasaiah all those centuries ago, though. "I manage the lower legions, those that are more or less canon fodder for the rest of you lot."