Demitriy tilted his head and gave a soft sigh of relief as Cyrus put his joint out. He had always hated the scent of marijuana. The odor was just so pungeant and the smoke was too much for his delicate senses. In order to drown it out, he would either drink orange juice or keep a cup of coffee on hand. Either the acidity from the orange juice would cause a burning sensation that would cancel everything out or the coffees aroma would cloud his senses. He didnt need either at this point since his beloved had been so complient.<br/><br/>He ate much slower that lust had, taking the time to watch the man eat heartily. His eyes were still cold and calculated taking in every movement Cyrus made. He was fascinated by the man, by how similar he had been to Yvonne. She was the first woman he had ever loved and the first form in which wrath had become accustomed to lust's presence. Ever since, nothing could compare. Nothing made him feel quite the same.<br/><br/>When the question was asked, wrath sipped his coffee to hide a small, devilish grin.<span style="font-style: italic"> Still up to your old tricks, eh lust?</span>he hought to himself as he listened to lust's rambling. He looked up to meet his eyes as he set his mug down and the look on his face was deadly in the sexiest of ways. "I'm sure you know exactly what I have been up to, loveliness."<br/><br/>He leaned forward just slightly over the table, tilting his heas in a sinister manner. "I have been sewing nightmares into the minds of mortals. The Boogeyman? Merely a puppet in comparison." He chuckled and his eyes gloeed with insanity. "Raping, pilaging, mutilating, torturing. All my design." He leaned back again. "But you know all too well what I prefer to do to my charges." His looks became calm again.