Dimitreaus didn't try to convince Ryan that he wasn't going to try to hurt Sam. No, that was done and in the past. He'd really rather have nothing to do with angels anymore. There was no redemption for him, and Dimitri didn't really want it either. He had to deal with Kane, Eden, Azazel and Enriel, not to mention whatever Lucifer needed of him. Now that he was immortal he had his sights set on getting higher in the food chain. There was so much more he could do now that he was immortal. At his home in Chicago, he set out the trays of plants, all placed within a sort of simulated hell atmosphere. Their only nutrient was the water that had run through Eden's oasis. If he could create a plant that could be sustained on the metal rich water, there was a good chance they could thrive in the otherwise barren environment. There couldn't be any sunlight, or moonlight. So he'd acquired species from volcanos and deep caves. There was some progress, but it would be a year before there would be any concrete results. He didn't the rest of the day and well into the night before he wrote up a report. He sent it to Eden, with photos of his work. Dimitri showered once more and dressed in casual red and black garments. He'd also dyed his hair black, because fuck that white shit.<br/><br/>Eventually Dimitri got back to hell, about a day later. He got Hidalgo, chatting to him in draconic as he made his way back to Kane's quarters. He wasn't really intending to stay long, because he needed to get to work on other things, but he wasn't going to make Kane wait to know the truth. Dimitri was uncertain, nervous, and wary about it all, but at the same time he wanted to try. His curiosity commanded it, and he wasn't the sort to back down unless the odds weren't at all in his favor. This situation... It was going to make or break them, but he'd rather know now rather than something worse going down later. He'd left his hair down, and was currently feeding Hidalgo his favorite food while he waited for Kane to get back.