Dimitri felt relieved that Kane seemed to mostly be done trying to hide how he felt. He didn't know, or want to, why he had tried so hard. On the flip side, perhaps he did know, but Dimitri kept his mouth shut about it. What they had was frail, and wasn't yet for prying eyes. Beyond Lucifer and Eden's. For all of hell to know that the 3rd house had feelings for the 7th house was a goddamn scandal if there ever was one. Dimitri, however, was still determined to rise in power. Azazel and Enriel would fall in time. However, he clenched his jaw when Kane turned down his gift.<br/><br/>Reaching out, he grabbed Kane's wrist and flipped it over to expose his palm, then pressed the amulet into it. "It's the first one I made. It's not new, and even if it were, it's mine to bare." He realized what he said then, but only shook his head. "Makes sense how I can't die now, but I'm not giving this piece to you to eat." Taking Kane's other hand, he brought it up under his shirt to his nipple, the pierced one. "I want people to know you're mine." He grinned at the thought. Oh, he was well aware of who was in control over their relationship. Kane had well and thoroughly cock-whipped his ass. Though he noticed Kane didn't admit to using him, it was known, and as long as it didn't happen again, he was fine. He didn't being used, per say, but the way Kane had wrecked him was more harmful than what Kane had done in the past.<br/><br/>But one thing Dimitri was attempting to do was not dwell on the past. Not when it came to the two of them, at least.