Dimitraeus couldn't stop staring at Kane. It was annoying him, but he wasn't the sort to be over all irrational. More that he had a bad temper, was highly impatient, and had no tolerance for other company. Hidalgo was his only friend. Kane, to him, was just food and now a fuck partner. The fondness was wholly one-sided. Even if Dimitri could feel such things, he'd gone so long without those emotions he wouldn't know how to, or at the very least understand if he did.<br/><br/>He inclined his head and shrugged, but didn't divulge more. It was part of a past he wasn't keen on sharing, and there was no budging on that. As it was he'd given plenty about himself during his weakened state, and now Kane had even more to hold over him and blackmail him with. Hidalgo was all too happy to have another to talk to, and Dimitri wouldn't scold the young dragon for it. Gnawing on the inside of his cheek, he went over to his potions and spell table, reaching to grab his grimoire. The thing was so badly hexed if anyone but he or Hidalgo touched it they wouldn't be able to function properly for years. Opening the clasp, he searched the pages for some sort of explanation as to why he had just enjoyed sex with Kane. Meanwhile, Hidalgo let Kane get to cleaning if he so wished, instead coming to nestle on Dimitraeus's shoulder. He chittered quietly into Dimitri's ear, and the demon spoke back in kind, though most of his focus remained on finding clues.