Dimitri didn't immediately recognize the place. There had been a lot of changes going on between them and in their environment. Dimitri still had the same quarters, and really he'd rather keep it that way. Moving all his shit would be a royal pain in his ass, because there were so many wards in tact that nothing could get in uninvited, except for the obvious ones. But then Kane spoke, and Dimitri slowly turned his head. Moving wasn't really happening either. He would have smiled if that didn't even hurt. Okay, well, it was better than some of the alternatives. Though it still perturbed him that Kane could just summon his ass.<br/><br/>But that was just getting into the knitty gritty and he was hurting too much. He was going to scar from the blades, that was for damned sure. When Kane held out his wrist, Dimitri's gaze softened just a tad before he sank his fangs into that vein. He would have rather fed from Kane's neck, but he would take what he could get right now. There was a guttural, torn groan when the blood rushed down his throat and nourished him. He healed slowly. So damn slowly. Fucking pure blades. They were horrid. "Angels suck," he said, coughing up blood, then grimaced and went back to feeding. Kane could fill in some of the blanks. Though he hoped he didn't think he'd harmed Ryan. Just the thought made him uneasy. Jesus he felt worse than when he wasn't immortal.