Hidalgo beamed up at him with the handful. Given he spent most of his time as a dragon, it was a rare sight indeed to have him show up as anything else. He popped one in his mouth. "Oh these are so good." He laughed then. "Well, I suppose you two will just have to sort it out. I just...Well, I like you. You're alright for a demon general. Just don't tell Dimitri I showed you this form." Hugging Kane around the waist, Hidalgo popped out of his room, something he could really do on the fly. The dragon didn't want to be seen, and he put the berries in his food bowl before turning back to enjoy them. It wasn't long before a cleaning servant came in and cleaned the room up, again, under his own scrutiny.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Dimitri looked Ashton dead in the face. "Nothing is free when it comes to demons," he muttered, downing the glass of whiskey that had been put in front of him. His neck was irritated, and he rubbed it in annoyance. "Fucking Kane..." Yeah, he was a miserable little demon. He looked over at Ashton. "I stand by my comment.<i>Nothing </i>is free, and I'm not owing you jack shit." His eyes once again roamed over the crowd, picking up a few cute gay boys he wouldn't mind tormenting the hell out of. Maybe send them to hell. There was nothing nice in his soul, and he would have no remorse for torturing them before they died.