Dimitri took another sip of wine as he settled into a more comfortable position. Hidalgo nipped his ear, and the demon raised a hand for the dragon to climb on to. He chittered at the creature, speaking its language, and let it go roam around without getting into an unfortunate situation. Then he turned back to Hyndar. He admittedly curious about who was taking over the position. He, too, had heard rumors and whispers. Just because Dimitri didn't let much be said about him, didn't mean he didn't have spies all over the damn place. But they had to remain inconspicuous, so he didn't know<i>everything</i>. Nor did he particularly care to, not until now at least.<br/><br/>He merely smirked at Hyndar's comment about a fresh face, shrugging one shoulder. He had no opinion on it one way or another, and he wouldn't just outright insult the general. At the comment of an heir he did laugh. "Seven Hells I wouldn't fucking dream of it. I'd be a terrible father." He continued to chortle. Not to mention he hated women, and he would be damned if he would carry a child. It was magically possible, sure, but there wasn't a chance in any realm that he would commit such an act. It filled him with disgust. "Besides, I am the lowest house, and now that I'm immortal there's no reason to consider it."<br/><br/>As much as he wanted to leave Hyndar's company, it would be considered rude to dismiss himself, so he forced himself to engage in conversation with the head of the 3rd House. He did grab a small bite of food, having a soft spot for sweets, and let his gaze roam around the room, watching as more and more showed up.