The name wasn’t ringing a bell for Ryan as he looked even more confused, at least moving to sit down as he spoke up again. “He said his name is Dimitreaus. I’m sure that doesn’t mean he didn’t have another one.” He added thoughtfully as he placed the vile of blood on the table. “As far as information I don’t believe so. We talked about a very different subject but... near the end he kept mentioning the sense that the place his wings had been itched like a familiar aura have been there. He said it unnerved him but from the sound of it he wasn’t interesting in further pursuit. He sounded like he had a lot of things going on.”<br/><br/>If Milo could frown he would have as he sat down as well, “I know that name. The leader of the 7th house of Hell came to see you can you didn’t call for me? Ryan, that’s a very dangerous game. Demons like him eat angels up for breakfast, they do terrible things.” He kept talking with an ever building sense of concern when he noticed the vile. “What’s that?” “Oh, that is some of his blood. He gave me some in case I wanted to summon him once more.” He added with a nervous laugh not sure how to even broach the whole uncle connection with how the two were behaving about this info. Milo’s gaze stayed glued to it, “He... presumably the fallen that hurt Sam gave you a calling card to summon? I wouldn’t trust demons at their word certainly if they are not vows and even then.”