Dimitri frowned at his statement. For him they were practically the same thing, though Dimitraeus never openly feared anyone or anything. To show fear was to show weakness, and instead gave respect when it was earned, or, in Lucifer's case, commanded. He and Eden were the only ones in Hell that he respected, though Kane was working his way into that situation. He'd had every opportunity to drag him out and parade him around in his practically human state. Well, minus the tails and ears and the fact that the pendant was keeping him immortal. Leery, he watched him approach like a wild animal.<br/><br/>When Kane gripped his forearms, he didn't fight him, though he didn't stop scowling even as the flames reared up around them and they were transported somewhere else. He knew they were still in hell, and that made him stiffen and draw back violently, almost falling over. He cursed. "Not...fuck, not here!" As in Hell, mostly. He looked at the dark, running water, his eyes narrowing. When Kane came froward again and pulled him down to the stream, he struggled, only minimally. The water was warm, almost hot, but then, that was the nature of Hell.<br/><br/>"I meant topside," he complained, tensed and paranoid. He reluctantly knelt in the shallow stream. Shouldn't be bothered? He would rather a guarantee they wouldn't be, period. With a sigh, he turned from Kane as the other went to the cabin. Paranoid, he proceeded to scrub himself, wishing he had his soaps. He enjoyed his creature comforts when there was little else for him to enjoy. Why had Kane brought him here? He had almost seemed shy about it, which just confused him more.