Dimitreaus saw Enriel and Azazel glaring at him. That was typical, the usual norm. But he turned to stare at Kane. He saw him meandering like a good boy. Starting something wasn't likely a good idea. But why had Lucifer forced them both to show up? Asmodeus was suddenly in front of him, with Samuel in tow. Dimitreaus stood then. The Fallen's wings were black, and he could see. "Well, looks like something I did paid off." He gripped his chin and raised his head. Asmodeus was sneering, his arm possessively wrapped around him. Dimitri raised his brows. "I fed him so much demon blood, and tortured him so sweetly. He's ours now!" Asmodeus whooped and laughed. However, Dimitreaus wasn't.<br/><br/>"No," he said, glancing over at Kane. The look was fleeting. Asmodeus frowned. "What do you mean no?" Dimitri wrenched the Fallen out of Asmodeus's hands. "I mean this isn't Samuel. By all rights this... Thing shouldn't have been possible. You didn't break Samuel. He manifested this." He shoved the creature to his knees. Enriel and Azazel walked towards him. Dimitri clucked his tongue. "This is a party, gentlemen. Not a show of wits. Though I am curious." He came over to Enriel, turning his back on the creature. "It was you wasn't it? Always trying, trying. You are such a petty thing."