Demitriy smiled at how nervous Cyrus had gotten in just a few moments. It was quite fetching to say the least and he couldnt help but smirk. He sipped his drink and watched lust fumble about. This was certainly not characteristic of the usually svelte and seductive individual he remembere. He must really have thrown him off his game. "Demitriy," he whispered into Cyrus' ear. It was rough but sexy and dangerous. He was tempting lust to draw closer, his words a promise to sate his needs. Though Belladona was promising the same thing, Demitriy planned on delivering. "You dont need to be so nervous, pet, I wouldnt hurt you more than you would desire of me."