Dimitraeus actually fucking flinched at his words. Hidalgo chittered and popped out, knowing this would get heated, quickly. So much for honesty. But he'd opened this can of worms. He took a slow, deep breath, trying not to let his temper rage, though it was simmering under the surface. "And how would you know that she had a brother when he ended up betraying all values of Heaven by sending an innocent angel straight into one of the most powerful demon's hands?" He moved to stand, not entirely enjoying Kane looming over him. "It wouldn't be surprising if Michael forbade her from telling you. It was probably embarrassing to know her own kin was a sadistic bastard."<br/><br/>His voice was rising, and he growled under his breath. "I am not lying. I fucking went to Ryan because I needed someone to talk to and I thought that he knew you, but alas, he wants nothing to do with you and I vowed to never touch him. Not that I needed your goddamn permission." He glared at him. "I want a relationship. I want to keep feeling whenever I'm around you. I am falling in love with you, you fucking bastard. So yeah, I went to go fix my damned problems instead of running with my tail between my legs. Not that you would have let me. You've made it pretty fucking clear you want to be in my miserable, pathetic excuse of a life. Yeah, maybe when we'd first met, had I known about Diana, I would have used this knowledge to chase you off." He looked away, face flushed with anger and frustration. "But not now. Not...now."<br/><br/>Dimitri stepped back. "I'll give you some time." Turning, he moved to leave, not disappearing. He'd just go work and try not to blow shit up because this was so aggravating.