Dimitri fumed silently as he let Kassy enter the house without a word of retaliation, at least this time around he was still ornery enough to have kept him from becoming flustered by being kissed a second time. Further adding to the list of things he'd never admit was the fact that he honestly didn't have a full on rebuttal to what she'd said. She had him beaten on all points. Again. He waited until she was out of his view before tilting his head up towards the darkening sky, "[b]FUCK![/b]". He slumped down in his seat and brooded for a bit before looking under the table at Regis, whom had finished he treat and stared expectantly at Dimitri for more, "[b]You know you're going to get fat and start breaking those branches in your tank if you keep eating like that, don't you?[/b]". If the lizard could somehow understand what was being said, he certainly didn't show it. Rather, Regis began to crawl up into Dimitri's lap and nuzzle Dimitri's stomach with his snout, a moderately endearing habit that the reptile had learned netted him treats many times in the past.

Dimitri rolled his eyes and pulled the lamb chop from his plate, "[b]Ugh. Fine, you scaly little lard. Just take the damn thing and leave me be, will you?[/b]". He'd scarcely finished talking before Regis claimed the meat and scurried back under the table to eat. With his pet preoccupied Dimitri got up and began to clean up the mess. '[i]You won't retaliate because you're my friend.[/i]'. Dimitri paused, his hand hovered over a plate as those words replayed in his head. A mixture of emotions that hadn't been felt since before he'd gotten into the hero business churned about in his head as he tried to gauge the weight in those words. How many years had it been since he'd had a friend? He didn't even know anymore. Even his relationship with Gizmo whom had built him his new arm was more in line with that of a friendly business partner than it being a legitimate friendship. Dimitri felt an odd lightness and warmth in his stomach. It took a few seconds to process the sensation before he realized what the sensation was: he was happy. More than that he was relieved that Kassy had said it herself rather than him just assuming.

He reveled in the warmth of the feeling before realizing that there was something off about the situation. There was a certain look in her eye, before she'd came closer to him, one that reminded him a bit of the look he saw in his own before he'd met her. Every morning that look would be reflected back at him in the bathroom mirror of his apartment. Dimitri dwelled on this a bit as he brought the plates and utensils inside to wash them, though he still clung to that warm feeling for as long as he could.