Ryan was really too sweet for his own good. Dimitri hopped off the table, following him into the room before he stopped the bleeding. "I suppose, for show." He held his arm out. Cheeky boy. "Hmm. Given entirely different circumstances, you would have a rain to be." He shook his head. "But that's neither here nor there. I'm not even sure you can help me, but you remind me so much of your mother." Great way to break the ice there. Well now that he got the ball rolling...Dimitri looked Ryan dead in the eyes. "You remind me so much of my sister, your mother Diana. What I can remember of her, at any rate. Head strong, stubborn, but sweet." He sighed, but waited patiently for Ryan to tend to him and to absorb this wonderful bit of knowledge. What a glorious clusterfuck. "But I didn't really come here to fess up to the fact that I'm your uncle." Dimitri fidgeted, uncomfortable. Which was just an interesting combination. Given what he was going through.<br/><br/>After a few moments he continued, "Kane doesn't know. He knows I've fallen from the glorious upside, but not that I'm related to his dead...yeah." Dimitri gnawed on his lip again. "I painted a picture of her, and, well, yeah he didn't take it great." He clapped his bloody hands together once. "Not the greatest about this shit. Since I fell I was cursed. Couldn't feel a damned thing. Kinda put evil into a new thing. I'm... totally rambling." He groaned and let out a few choice curses. "I'm in love with your father, and I've never been in love before... Not like this." He had a thousand questions, but he had a feeling Ryan had had enough for now. He had a feeling the other would have questions, though he hoped he wouldn't ask about his past. He really didn't want to go there. Sure he could tell him what he remembered of Diana, but the rest of the subject wouldn't sit well with the angel. "Oh, and under no circumstances did I kill her." His eyes darkened at the thought, the anger at least a familiar feeling.