Dimitraeus knew the subtleties of gloating. He knew just his appearance alone warranted looks here and there but it would be a bit too silly to just gloat his immortality around. Most everyone here could sense it. It was more the gossip he was interested in, the rumor mills, testing the waters of his abilities. Everywhere he walked the shadows grew richer, deeper, but never stepping on another demon's toes. He wasn't here to fight. Especially with Lucifer present. Not that their Lord would really give a damn. He gained great amusement more often than not if there was some spice in their lives.<br/><br/>When he saw the extremely tall demon enter the room, he nearly choked on his wine. Hidalgo was perched on the demon's shoulder, which was a first in his life. He cleared his throat and grabbed a napkin, his jaw clenched in irritation as he wiped his mouth. Yeah, what a great way to make a first impression. He gestured impatiently, but Hidalgo just stared at him with keen eyes. They even looked amused at Dimitri's expense. His tails gave an irritated flick, but he turned to raise his head to meet the other's eyes. The hair on the nape of his neck, and alarm bells rang out of danger. He was a threat. Though how, he wasn't so sure yet.<br/><br/>"No, we haven't met," he replied, holding out his hand and squashing the seeming irrational fear that cropped up within seconds. Hopefully before anyone found out. He didn't want to touch Kane, for the same reasons he was wary of him. No one knew the exact particulars of how he'd gotten his powers. Sure they knew he was obsessed with the kitsune, just not how he'd obtained his immortality. It took a large amount of self control to maintain a straight face, at the very least. Hidalgo finally climbed off Kane's shoulders and wound his way around Dimitri's neck, obviously sensing his stress. He was his familiar after all.