Dimitri tapped his pen, which was magicked, against the table, watching out of the corner of his eye as Kane approached. "Seven hells, no, I'm not. I've been out of commission since Enriel and you killed me, and I'm pretty damned sure Lucifer is going to want me back in the fields now that his precious fucking serial killer is on the loose again." His lips peeled back in a snarl when Kane came closer and he cursed, shoving the immovable force that was the 3rd house head. "You seriously have<i>nothing </i>else planned? For fuck's sake have you even spent any time in the other houses?"<br/><br/>If it were possible, Dimitri would have steam coming out of his head. "Don't fucking touch that!" He shoved his chair back and grabbed another. "Sit the fuck down. I'm not getting a crick in my neck staring up at you." Honestly, the other was behaving a lot like Hidalgo had when they first met and he rubbed his face, only to flinch when Kane mentioned a diary. Well that was a bit too close to the truth. "You will most likely have burned the goddamn place to the ground." He grabbed the vials and set them back. "Insufferable." Marking his spot once more with a really old-looking book mark, Dimitri moved to the section he'd made up years ago. A literal potion making one-o-one. "Potions are about ratios. You overdo it and you can cause<i>very </i>different effects. Then there's ingredients. What do you want to make?"