Hidalgo shook his head. They were both so stubborn, and Kane shrugging of Dimitri's feelings made him upset. But he was a guest here, so he said nothing. He didn't even move when Lucifer showed up. Not a peep, though Lucifer glanced his way before he disappeared. Hidalgo swallowed. "I didn't mean now. He has enough to last a few weeks. I think he'll need more afterwards." He sighed and scuffed his foot again. It wasn't his place or his business, but he looked at Kane. "He wouldn't have worked so hard to forget you if what he felt wasn't real." Then he turned into a dragon once more and moved to a book shelf, claiming it as a perch. He hunkered down to rest, hoping things would pan out for the better. But they'd have figure that out themselves. He'd done what he could.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>The two weeks passed quicker than Dimitri would have liked. He'd dawdled a few days, but he knew better than to think Lucifer was yanking his chain. With great reluctance, Dimitreaus too the counter potion. The pain of his broken heart surged back without mercy, but the curse was overriding whatever he had felt for him. Over the next week the short term memories became long term, which would make forgetting later even more difficult. Dimitri wore a stunning purple and black suit. It wasn't a war meeting, but a party. He arrived fashionably late, having consumed all but the two vials of Kane's blood. He was working on wards against him. That was better than facing him now, which he was bound to do. Dimitri grabbed a glass of liquor and wished for all the world he could get drunk. His hair was worn loose, and his horns were out, but he still wore glamour. Sitting near the back, he kept to himself.