Dmitry smiled at the way Wilhelm had to react. It was curious to see such a shift, however he knew what he was doing. After all, demons were a mix between masters of chaos, and yet at the same time the best for deceit and lies. "Is that so?" He asked with a curious gleam to his eyes. He walked with the shorter man, seeming more and more interested. Of course in passing he did pick up his two weapons, putting them on his back where he kept the normally. "I know it odd to say, but as we walk, consider something with me. These, half-breeds as you call them. Don't you see them as an asset? More than something to take frustration out on. Whether it be in beatings...or well, I assume you can understand what a male may do." The Russian explained as he walked.
Dmitry paused for a brief moment, reaching down to pick up some dirt off the ground. It was merely dust, however he began to weave it as he talked, "These half-breeds have something you, and your soldiers don't. Access to animal instincts, we know how brutal dogs are when they fight, and how cunning a cat can be. Am I wrong? Imagine this will you." As the demon spoke, he used the dust to display an image of an army. Made possible by all the imbreds, that this nation suffered because of. He was trying to manipulate, and push Wilhelm into something. "Free soldiers, are all around you. Cannon fodder, for the taking. And when you're done with your conquest, turn them to slaves, dogs are the most obedient, and cats the most fearful of a master."