Dimitri wouldn't look at first, but goddamn this demon was so fucking persistent. So he did, wearing a slightly bored expression. But it faded around the edges, seeming curious at best as he described the significance of such a simple object. When Kane stated that Dimitri couldn't make him feel what was worth it to him or not, his face twisted up. That temper of his flared. "That still doesn't tell me why. I'm not kind. I haven't done a fucking thing for you except forgive you for something that wasn't really your fault." Admitting that was a sucker punch, but he droned on. "Regardless, outside of these moments where I've died, this time three times, the curse won't let me reciprocate feelings, and for good reason."<br/><br/>Realizing he might have said to much, he snapped his mouth shut. He rolled onto his side, facing him. Fuck he hated feeling this vulnerable. It was such bullshit. Closing his eyes, he said nothing for a good three minutes, then finally opened them. He looked at Kane. "Thank you. Just don't fucking get used to me being nice at all." The thanks had been sincere, but everything after that wasn't. Restless, he sat back up and crossed his legs, carding a hand through his shaggy hair. Ugh. He felt like a mess. "So...wait...you mother was human?" Yep. His curiosity had gotten the better of him.