[This time, that confusion takes hold properly. Dimitri continues to maintain eye contact for a few moments more before letting go and folding his arms across his chest.]
Did you have a strange dream?
[Amoi does seem to give birth to some particularly vivid dreams...]
[Felix's eyes widen briefly before he goes back to furrowing his brows at Dimitri, a little unsure what to make of the genuine confusion plastered across Dimitri's face. It's too much for someone simply trying to escape his responsibility in this situation, and Dimitri has never been the best liar.]
You should ask yourself that question.
[Which could only mean one thing, but Goddess forbid that be Dimitri's actual excuse.]
There was nothing out of the ordinary. It was the sort of dream one expects to have in a wretched city like this.
[The answer is out of his mouth before he stops to think why Felix would say that in the first place. His eyes widen slightly when it hits him — Dimitri must have been acting out his dream, at least a little bit.]
...well, whatever it was, I do not recall it. You would be better off joining me from the start if that is your preference rather than sneaking in here after I have fallen asleep.
[That more or less confirms it, though it does not answer how much of Dimitri's words reflect his own true feelings on the matter.
And Dimitri seems to realize this, though does a terrible job of covering it up. Felix folds his arms, considering if he should push regarding this matter.]
What difference does it make?
[Well, he can go back to the other matter later. Or perhaps just observe his way through everything.]
[Dimitri can't help it. His gaze drops briefly when Felix rightfully accuses him of being interested, setting on the hem of those stockings before snapping back up to his face. It feels like his cheeks are getting hot...]
It would make a difference because I would know to account for you before falling asleep. I... seem to sleep more deeply, here.
[Dimitri's mouth falls open as if he's about to speak only to clamp shut again. His face is absolutely burning now, and for just a few moments, he looks like the boy he was five years ago.
Then the color fades, and Dimitri folds his arms.]
A difficult question to answer without knowing what I said.
[Considering what Felix is wearing, though, he can guess.]
...you are easy on the eyes. I have always thought so.
[The change in Dimitri's expression startles Felix, and for a moment his glare drops in favor of surprise. Much as he wants to grasp at his earlier anger, Dimitri's honesty hits him like a blow out of nowhere, unbelievable despite their grudging sincerity.
His wide-eyed disbelief continues to paint his expression as he stares at Dimitri, as if daring him to take back those words. But when all Dimitri does is huff his way to the closet, Felix takes the opportunity to finally take his strategic retreat, wondering if he should even deign that answer with a response.]
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Did you have a strange dream?
[Amoi does seem to give birth to some particularly vivid dreams...]
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[Felix's eyes widen briefly before he goes back to furrowing his brows at Dimitri, a little unsure what to make of the genuine confusion plastered across Dimitri's face. It's too much for someone simply trying to escape his responsibility in this situation, and Dimitri has never been the best liar.]
You should ask yourself that question.
[Which could only mean one thing, but Goddess forbid that be Dimitri's actual excuse.]
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[The answer is out of his mouth before he stops to think why Felix would say that in the first place. His eyes widen slightly when it hits him — Dimitri must have been acting out his dream, at least a little bit.]
...well, whatever it was, I do not recall it. You would be better off joining me from the start if that is your preference rather than sneaking in here after I have fallen asleep.
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And Dimitri seems to realize this, though does a terrible job of covering it up. Felix folds his arms, considering if he should push regarding this matter.]
What difference does it make?
[Well, he can go back to the other matter later. Or perhaps just observe his way through everything.]
You were pretty damn interested last night.
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It would make a difference because I would know to account for you before falling asleep. I... seem to sleep more deeply, here.
[Or if he wakes, he doesn't remember it clearly.]
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Pathetic.
[Are all elites truly nothing but sex-crazed fiends, with Dimitri not exempted at all from this phenomenon?]
Why can't you just admit that you want to use me like every other person on this damn planet seems to?
[It wouldn't even be a violation of anything, considering who owns him right now.]
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I would never "use" you or anyone else in that way, regardless of any attraction there may be.
[It's a line he just won't cross.]
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Then why did you touch me last night and spout all that nonsense?
[...Attraction. Dimitri mentioned that, a slip of the tongue perhaps, but it can't be, can it?]
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Then the color fades, and Dimitri folds his arms.]
A difficult question to answer without knowing what I said.
[Considering what Felix is wearing, though, he can guess.]
...you are easy on the eyes. I have always thought so.
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His wide-eyed disbelief continues to paint his expression as he stares at Dimitri, as if daring him to take back those words. But when all Dimitri does is huff his way to the closet, Felix takes the opportunity to finally take his strategic retreat, wondering if he should even deign that answer with a response.]