Dimitri really hated this situation. All he wanted was to kick Kane out of his room, but as tapped out as he was, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, not with the way Kane was watching him. Even if he hadn't been immortal, the only way he could have died was having his own soul consumed to such an extent that no fragment remained. His shoulders were tense as he shifted to sit cross-legged in front of Kane. Something deep down warned him not to make any fucking sudden moves. The other looked even more dangerous, with horns and fangs and feral eyes. It was his eyes that got him the most. Well, on top of not knowing everything about Kane. Not in the way he knew the other houses.<br/><br/>When Kane reached out and pushed the rich burgundy out of his face, his dull purple eyes narrowed. There was no red in them right now. They almost looked dead. This was practically unprecedented. The last time this had happened was with Eden...His jaw clenched and he pulled the pendant over his head, letting it rest over his heart again. It was a careful game of cat and mouse, and Dimitri noticed the way Kane was talking more to himself than to him directly. His eyes moved to Hidalgo again. Yeah, they were going to talk later, because he really did not want Kane in his room uninvited. Yet, at the same time, he knew if Kane<i>really </i>wanted to he could get in all on his own. "Mhmm," Dimitreaus affirmed, pulling a knee to his chest while he watched the higher demon warily.<br/><br/>"No, I don't think my soul is really like anyone elses." But he didn't want to elaborate, and so he kept his mouth shut. No, no one else needed to know what he was deep down under the corruption. Uneasy, Dimitri finally shifted to get up, swaying on his feet. He almost fell over, and Kane could see all the clearer the scars on his shoulder blades. It was pretty damn obvious that something had been cut off. Kane really was seeing him at his weakest and most vulnerable. Hidalgo let out a concerned churr and looked over at Kane in a silently plea to help, but Dimitri was prideful and would resist any help. Even though he practically crashed into his potions desk, knocking over several vials and letting out a string of curses as a bunch of smoke went in the air. Dimitri covered his mouth with a rag. Fortunately he kept the deadly shit under lock and key.<br/><br/>He swayed again, fumbling forward. Dimitri punctured his palm on one vial and stepped on other shards, which just added insult to literal injury, because he couldn't heal right now. Cursing more under his breath, Dimitri grabbed a pair of tweezers and began to pluck the shards out of his hand. The stab wounds were scabbed over, but only barely. He then grabbed his foot and clenched his jaw while he tried to get the shards out of his foot. "You should go," Dimitri grit out. "Thanks for the boost n'all but I'm not going to be up for visiting for awhile." Dimitri was covered in blood at this point and needed to bathe, so he rummaged around his vials for various things. Really he had a spell or potion for anything. Dimitri hoped Kane would just go, but somehow he didn't think he actually would.