Dimitri felt this pull. It was strange, unusual. He didn't understand it but he<i>wanted </i>to be closer to the other. It unnerved him. As he often did when he was uncomfortable or uncertain, he threw up his mental shields and glamour. He didn't know Kane could see through that. Dimitri looked at the artwork, then came around Kane and began to very gently stack them together. The curse swirled through him, but it was mixed with other emotions, and it was starting to suffocate him. His hands were shaking, and hunger for blood gnawed at him. Once they were all in his hands, he grabbed the folder and carefully put them away.<br/><br/>"You didn't need to stay," he said low, guarded. No, he wasn't used to this one-sided nonsense, and he wasn't sure he liked it, either. Sure the sex was great, and he couldn't say he entirely hated Kane's company. He just didn't like having his privacy invaded. "They aren't for you, so no, you don't owe me anything." Straightening up, he walked over and put the folder down next to his journal, and scowled. It had been read. He could sense that. "I see you really did make yourself at home. How much did you read? The whole thing? Gather anything enlightening?" All the mushy emotions from when he'd been weakened were gone, and even though he felt something in his heart, the curse was rearing its ugly head.