Dimitraeus seemed to pull himself out of his stupor when Kane came into the bathroom. He openly admired his strong, powerful body as he stripped and joined him in the massive bathtub. The roughness in which he treated his own erection hadn't seemed to do much, and his interest was renewed. But he didn't act on it. Being aroused around him was an almost natural state. Yet he was still leery of his behaviour in the bedroom, and he wasn't going to try to encourage it. He raised a brow when Kane started bathing him, and let him do so. He relaxed, the silence peaceful. But his mind was warring with itself, and it was giving him a splitting headache.<br/><br/>"Seems my past keeps catching up to me even when I'm trying to move past it," he finally uttered quietly, grabbing Kane's arm and wrapping it around his waist so he could just lie against him for now. He wasn't really complaining, just stating his mood and thoughts. "I feel guilty, but what's done is done. Mental stability doesn't seem to be my strong suit." He scoffed slightly and stroked Kane's arm. "You're getting more powerful," he mused, not necessarily wanting to dwell on his own guilt. The admission was good enough, and shouldn't open any cans of worms. The fact that he had an open wound on his chest and his voice was still gruff and hoarse was a testament to the topic. Samuel. Vengeance.<br/><br/>He frowned and stilled then. "I'm worried about Ryan," he said. "He was there when Milo attacked, but so was Samuel. And Samuel is who Asmodeus wants. You and I both know Asmodeus doesn't just give up what belongs to him. He might attack Ryan." He flinched, and a bit of fear surged through him. "Yeah, I'm not touching that situation." It was bad enough Kane might inadvertently blame him since he was the one who sent Sam to Asmodeus. Guilty by association if Asmodeus touched Ryan. Though he pitied the fool if he tried.