Dimitraeus didn't seem bothered by how warm Kane's hand was. Given the temperatures they had to wade through at times, it wasn't anything too unusual. He returned it in kind and then shrugged, reaching out for another small snack, only this time feeding it to his pet. If there was anything in the world Dimitri gave a damn about other than himself, it was Hidalgo. "His name is Hidalgo. He's spoiled." Despite the comment, there was a faint spot of humor in his eyes and dare either of them say fondness? But it was gone quickly. So was the humor at Kane's comment.<br/><br/>"A soul much regarded at length," he replied smoothly. It was a lie. Dimitri had no respect for Jasaiah and couldn't give two shits about his constant surplus of souls delivered into Lucifer's realm. Lucifer himself had a fondness for Jasaiah, considering several factors. Well, soon enough Jas would be one of the souls even he could torment on a daily business. The thought thrilled him. Of course, there were some things Dimitri was naive about, because Inari wouldn't give Jasaiah to Lucifer, since he was Her last patron.<br/><br/>So it was confirmed. "Are you taking your grandfather's place?" he inquired, attempting to change subjects.