Dimitri's eyes flared. He knew Kane would be protective of him. "That won't be an issue, unless he summons me. And, well, I won't really have a choice then." His tone was neutral, his own rage simmering beneath the surface. But no, he wasn't going to go talk to Ryan again. He knew that Ryan wasn't comfortable around him, and with how mentally unstable Dimitri was, it just wasn't a good idea. Not to mention Kane would likely rip him apart if he went near him willingly. But a vow was a vow, and even Kane knew that demons were honor bound to them. There wasn't any way around that.<br/><br/>With his back to him, his hands balled into fists at the doorway. What a fucking cluster fuck. Slowly, he turned, his eyes glowing red. "And what gave you any idea that I was running with my tail tucked between your legs. You look more pissed off about the truth than I am. I can feel your rage." It was like a dark, bitter wine on his tongue, and he wished they could move past this. Dimitri came up to Kane then, looking up at him, locking eyes. They were so close he could feel the heat coming off of Kane, but he didn't touch him. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't care what it takes. Unless you tell me to fuck off and you never want to see me again, I am staying." He growled. "And even then you'd have to pry me off of you. That sufficient? Or do you need more evidence of the beating in my heart for you?"<br/><br/>The words had escaped before he had meant them to. Kane always got him peeled up like the ripest damn banana. Or was it peeled apart like an onion? He certainly had layers. The thought had his temper turning to a simmer, and he stepped back some. Dimitri didn't want to. He wanted to climb him and kiss him, wanted Kane to take him. The chemistry was always there, and the rage just fueled his lust and passion. "You rip me open every damn time, you know that?" And just like that, his rage was gone, chased off by weariness, wariness, fear and above all else, want. And why bother fighting that most basic of needs?