Oh fuck it hurt to laugh. But it was somewhat enjoyable to make Kane smile. It caused him to relax. He knew Kane was avoiding sex with him, between rising in power and the truth that had come out. But he couldn't deny that he wanted him. He just didn't want to be used like a literal whore, less than anything to Kane. It was one thing to experience humiliation, but another when it was in a thoroughly degrading sense. Dimitreaus finally laid down, looking over at him. "I read about it. Don't judge me. I mean the worse that would have happened is you denying me." He shrugged. Dimitri felt exhaustion rise over him. But he was safe here. He knew that. Kane would protect him.<br/><br/>Hidalgo appeared in the room, chittering softly. He glanced at Kane, seeking some reassurance as he nestled in against Dimitri. Time, rest, and a hot bath were what he needed right now. To recover. "Hope you don't mind another battle scar. These stab wounds aren't going anywhere." His voice was thick with sleep. He wanted Kane to hold him, but they were still slowly building up their relationship, so he didn't ask. Instead he let sleep suck him under. Unlike before, he wasn't stripped of his demonic energy, but this whole thing had taken so much out of him. He wanted to thank him, but he really didn't know how. His clothes were in tatters and stuck to his skin, but until the burns healed there wasn't much he could do about it.