Dimitraeus realized that, too. It made his eyes widen. He wasn't wanting to paw at him like a whore, bare himself and beg to be fucked. He wasn't starved for his blood, either, though that bit could have been because he'd just fed and taken his fill only hours prior. That was another things to make note of, and he sat up again, causing the dragon to chitter and move over to Kane, sitting on the demon's shoulder and chattering like he was actually annoyed at him. Hidalgo had noticed something different and it was befuddling him, but he knew Kane was pretty hard pressed to glean Dimitri's forgiveness.<br/><br/>Grabbing a pad of paper and a pen, Dimitri started to make notes, even taking down what Kane was talking about. He snorted softly. "You are a stubborn creature," he muttered, mostly under his breath. Glancing over at him, he gestured to a chair. Then again did he want him to stay? "Neither do I." That was towards the lying bit. It was a fair assessment. He cracked his neck, mulling it over more. Deep down, Kane was right. The damned demon was always right. He grit his teeth, then blew out a breath and scribbled something else down before snapping the notebook closed. It was more for notes than really anything important. His grimoire, diary, and the list of demonic weaknesses were far more valuable.<br/><br/>"Answer me this then. Why? Why do you need me to forgive you? Why do you even care? I'm the lowest house in Hell. I don't know what happened over the past week or so but I don't feel anything towards. No hunger, no lust, no deep desire to throw myself at your feet. I forgive you, Kane, but only because I've vowed to do anything for you to not kill me. And yes, Hidalgo means something to me, but it is so minuscule that if he died I wouldn't mourn him!" The last bit was shouted, and Hidalgo spit fire at Dimitri, but Hidalgo knew about his curse. He knew more about him than anyone. So really he couldn't have many hurt feelings over something Dimitri just couldn't help.