Dimitri laughed when Kane admitted he liked him. It was bitter, mocking even. "You shouldn't. You really shouldn't like me. Yeah, I vowed to not kill you, and I vowed to do anything for you not to kill me, but I certainly wasn't expecting you to just insert yourself into my life." Dimitri was really damned good at pushing people away, but when one felt nothing it was kind of hard for him to hold any sort of attachment. Hidalgo hopped back over to Dimitri, and he scolded him in turn.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to play nice with him, quit asking," he said in draconian, whispering it though Kane likely heard it. Raising his voice, he looked back at Kane, "No. There's plenty of shit earth side that you can go dabble your hands into. Fuck, just go to New Orleans, Voodoo central. Or Ireland. They say they're all religious wingnuts but there are still a fuck ton of druids up there." Both his grimoire and diary were hidden pretty damn well. Taking his notes, he went over and fetched the grimoire, cracking it open to an empty page he had hand-sown in that had his notes about all that was transpiring and what he'd done so far. He all but dismissed the upper class demon.