Dimitraeus growled at him. God fucking damn it. He grabbed a handful of hexes and threw them away, then smacked his fist on the table. Okay, so he was having a tantrum. He couldn't run away, and he couldn't break the vow. The compliments had him avoiding his gaze, and he found himself blushing. Fucking demon. "No, I don't want to," he said bitterly. "But I have never forgiven anyone for anything, ever. It's a positive emotion. Me, curse, remember?" He moved to stand, restless now, and paced. "Vows don't work like that, and you know it. A curse or hex or spell isn't going to belie that."<br/><br/>Hidalgo finally got brave enough to come out, flitting through the air to land on Dimitri's shoulder. He tilted his head and Hidalgo preened his hair while he thought about it. Under all the rage and frustration that was another flutter, and he clenched his jaw. He didn't have a choice, and it wasn't his fault. Kane could have gone about it a whole lot differently, but it was done, and over with. He glared at him again. "You could have just fucking said that Lucifer forced you to," he snapped. Dimitraeus went and grabbed a rag, getting it wet before he wiped the blood off, then picked up a shirt and tossed it on. He then went over to the chaise, thinking about it.<br/><br/>Sitting down, he rolled over onto his back. Hidalgo curled up on his chest like a cat. He stared up at all his chimes. The pain was starting to get worse, the more he fought forgiving him. But was he really fighting it? "This curse...I don't feel positive emotions. Isn't forgiveness an act of mercy, kindness? Those are positive things, yet at the same time that doesn't eliminate one's hatred or displeasure towards another. I'm unsure it would even be sincere."