Eden had dissipated when Kane did, going about his business with a silent acknowledgement from his father. He didn't stir anything up in the meantime. A full three weeks passed without further incident. Hidalgo hadn't left his side but a few times to hang out with Kane. The demon finally roused, immediately feeling the hollow emptiness where passion and pleasure had previously resided. He couldn't even feel melancholy about what had happened. He cracked his neck before standing and moved over to his potions table. Fiddling with his pendant, Dimitri surveyed the damage. Memories of that night filled him, but he felt nothing. With a bored sigh, he swept up the glass, rearranged everything, and spent a good time bathing. He smelled like sandalwood and pine trees, and dressed in a sleek black suit.<br/><br/>Dimitreaus put on his charms, which were more spells than actually physical charms. They hid the ears, his tails, eyes and the gorgeous, yet small horns of his demonic nature. He was going topside to feed before he resumed his duties. Though before he did, with great hesitation he pulled out his journal and spent the time updating it. He was quick and efficient, in case Kane decided to show up. He did annoyed by the thought of him, but it was minute. He'd given his word, so he'd just avoid Kane if he could help it. He didn't like that Kane knew about Jasaiah or his curse. He set the journal away and went over to Hidalgo. There was at least a fondness in his eyes. He promised him some berries and stroked him for a time before his thirst got the better of him. Being a vampire wasn't something he could use potions to overcome. He'd already tried.<br/><br/>He'd braided his hair, and was ready to get back to work now that he'd recovered. Dimitreaus was actually best at his job. Enriel and others paled I'm comparison. But it helped when he'd actually spent time there. Most demons didn't. Topside, Dimitreaus went to a gay bar, deciding to try to enjoy everything. Hopefully Kane wouldn't bother him.