Suit yourself. Just do not attempt to leave the apartment without me. Judging from the amount that pathetic excuse for a human being was charging for you, you are valuable enough that some might consider ransoming you.

[Or worse. The thought makes his stomach churn with nausea and impotent rage, so he pushes it aside, reaching out to hit the "relax mode" he's been using to fall asleep while he's here. Dimitri thinks it's just gentle rain sounds, enough of a backdrop for him to not hear the ghosts that haunt him so clearly. Alas, it's also drugs — thankfully, the fine mist only falls at the head of the bed, putting Dimitri under and allowing Felix to drift off naturally.]