There were things he'd suspected, but couldn't confirm. Things based on Angel Dust's profession and issues, from what little he'd seen of the man...

But this? This was familiar, and unpleasant. And he wasn't alone, here, others having apparently found the spider's nightmare as well.

Good, honestly. He felt hate twisting inside him, raw and venomous and pushing him forward. That smug fucking smirk, the self-assured swagger, talking about another person like they were a toy to be used and then discarded, even the outlandish look, like he wanted everyone to know exactly what kind of scumfuck he was... it set his teeth on edge, made his grip on the blade in hand white-knuckled.

He offered a nod to Alastor and Dante, as he entered, then focused all his attention on the demon in front of him. "Shut the fuck up. If any of what's going on in this dream is a reality, then that makes you a murderer and a rapist, if you're even here. Which, I believe..." his lips curled, and there was a knife's-edge grin behind the beaklike mask. "Makes you fair game. You're outnumbered, outgunned, and if you don't fuck off right now I'm going to cut out your fucking heart."