Dimitri didn't try to move away when Kane came closer to him. Dimitri frowned a little as his finger was pricked by the letter opener. The healing spell sent a sharp burning sensation through him. He gasped, but it wasn't that bad. However, his torso? That probably would hurt more. But it was a different kind of pain. It also felt good, almost too good. He pressed a hand to Kane's chest, fangs out and mind whirling. Dimitreaus licked his lips. "Hmm, well I'm not sure my reaction is the same as others. It hurt, but I liked it." He stepped in closer so he could look up at Kane. He was eyeing Kane's carotid and shivered again. "Yes, I want you. I think that's rather obvious. But we also have our paths to walk." He leaned up and kissed his jawline. "That's sweet, or perhaps charming. Or maybe both."<br/><br/>Dimitreaus perhaps needed to think this through a little more. However, it was nearly impossible to deny this man, this creature. He'd stolen his heart, made him addicted to his blood and his blood only. None of with he'd complain about. Their chemistry was ridiculous. And he was fairly certain that Kane felt the same way. It was just complex, and their fights and conversations were definitely putting a damper on things. There was no denying any of it, good or bad. Dimitri kissed his neck, silently asking for more blood. That would help him, too. "I'm not sure how much it will hurt. Perhaps later, we can do it. Because otherwise I'm not sure I will ever fully heal." Michael hadn't stabbed him, but holy objects were a bitch, and Milo was an arch angel. It was nearly like being poisoned. Dimitri was just too fucking stubborn to die.