Three weeks went by in a blur. Eden didn't bother either of them. He had his own errands to take care of, but he was also scheming. No, he wasn't just going to give Kane up. Lucifer still wanted Kane controlled and contained, but that was becoming more and more difficult with Kane showing so much more attraction towards Dimitraeus. It even had gained Lucifer's attention, yet the high lord of Hell was quite ready to play into it or have Eden fuck things up. He didn't yet know what Kane had done with him, and so they were both left alone for now.<br/><br/>Dimitri finally woke up. Hidalgo hadn't left his side, except to talk with Kane when he visited. The demon's eyes opened and he stretched with a wide yawn. Hunger clawed at his throat and he grunted in annoyance. He was naked, but at least he was in his own bed. Hidalgo clambered up into his lap and Dimitri let his fingers trail down his spiny back. It would be centuries more before Hidalgo started to grow up. He was a rare breed...actually the dragon was the last of his kind. "Hello Hidalgo," he said softly. There was more fondness than normal, like the curse wasn't in full bore. It was still a heady thing. There was more bitterness, hatred and anger than anything else. Looking around, he saw Kane over at another one of his tables.<br/><br/>Moving, he stood up. Hidalgo twined around his neck and he walked over, still nude, to see his artwork scattered on the table. He tensed. It had been in a well kept folder, bound in a way that would keep them from being damaged even in the stretches of time. They had been spelled too, and while he knew Kane could have spent the effort to break through, it felt like the spells and bindings were still place around the folder. All of the pieces were in charcoal. There were about twenty pieces, all in such exquisite detail. It was a well kept secret of his, and just one more thing for Kane to know about him.<br/><br/>One piece was of Eden, in Purgatory, the day he'd found him there and had brought him into Hell. Another was of Hidalgo in his human form, all smiles and innocence, followed by another piece of him in his dragon form. There was one of Jasaiah, both in human and kitsune form. There were also pieces of all of the house heads, including Lucifer and Ashton. But the last nine pieces were of Kane. A couple were of him in his full demonic form, another when he'd tried to kill Dimitraeus. He'd even drawn one of him holding his guns in such a battle-ready state. They were almost real, true images of his memory. There was another folder of scrap pieces. Nothing had been discarded, but it seemed it was rare for him to draw, and now that Kane was in his life that seemed to have increased. He said nothing, though he felt both angry and curious as to why and how Kane had found them.