Dimitraeus noticed everything, absorbing it like a sponge. Even though he normally used things to blackmail others, Dimitraeus was like a crow with shiny things. In fact, his own abode had so many shiny trinkets that it was hard to tell the differences between spells, potions, and just collectible baubles. Like the one he had around his neck. "No, I don't, and until I do I don't find myself inclined to try to blackmail you." He didn't know why he was being so loose tongued. It had to be a blessing than a curse to sleep through these weakened states. Drawing his knees to his chest, he curled up on the chair and rested his head on it. "Take this as you will, but being the lowest house head means I've had to be more creative in my methods of holding my position. If I fuck up, disobey Lucifer, or get caught like this, in my weakened state, I can just as likely end up in what the Greeks used to call Tartarus down here."<br/><br/>He yawned and closed his eyes, one hand now clasping the pendant around his throat. No, he really had no idea what Kane was capable of, and though he wanted to, he figured it was the way humans always spoke of. Treat Kane like he wanted to be treated himself, and right now there was no chance of fighting him. Sleep was dragging him down, but he looked sleepily at Kane once more, "I guess it's a pretty good contradiction when I say I am trusting you to guard me while I sleep. Wake me if there's any trouble." It only took a minute or so after that to fall unconscious. If Kane kept feeding him, at this rate his recovery would be cut down drastically, but Dimitraeus didn't know that for sure, and he wouldn't ask regardless.