Dimitri would have laughed under any other circumstance. It would have been amusing, true, but would he have done differently if he found someone snooping through his shit? Dimitri had a lot more in the sense of DNA lying around. However, it didn't really prove useful to anyone. DNA from who, from what? He had his soul scattered in so many parts of the world and in hell that it was pretty damned hard to kill him as it was. But he couldn't even get away from this damned demon unscathed.<br/><br/>Appearing in his room, he hissed in frustration more than pain, reaching up to his already healed neck. He looked in the mirror and sure as shit there was a mark. Motherfucker! With a shout, he threw more shit around in his quarters. Hidalgo hadn't moved from Kane's room, and knowing what state he was going to be in, had actually curled around Kane's arm to chitter at him in somewhat of a plea not to kill him. Hidalgo knew there was a soft side to Dimitri, but it was buried so far under so many endless layer of pain, suffering, determination, narcissism, and sadism that it was pretty damned impossible to detect. However, the dragon also knew that some things just had to be uncovered and if he could at least keep Kane from killing the demon that things might unravel.<br/><br/>Dimitri knew there was no just shedding this body and into another vessel. It was a soul mark, and no matter where he ran or what he did Kane would always find him. With a low snarl, Dimitri pried the gem containing Jasaiah's spirit from his flesh, groaning as the binding undid itself. Fuck that hurt worse than anything Kane had done, or Jas for that matter whenever they'd fought. Setting it down on the desk under something inconspicuous (unless someone decided to barge into his room as he was half-expecting Kane to), he stripped out of his armor and left it in a pile on the floor. Then the demon searched for another spot that would not be so easily found.<br/><br/>It took an hour or more to refuse the gem to his upper thigh. It wasn't a place that was easily felt for, and with an added cloaking spell all over his body, only a soul eater, necromancer, or someone equally affiliated with the souls or spirits could detect it. Putting on jeans and a sweatshirt, Dimitraeus used the cloaking spell to make himself look human. On top of everything else only the powerful would even sense he was more than a human as he walked through his own portal topside, to some place in the middle of Canada.