Dimitri listened intently to the words of his teacher and while his first question was not addressed, he was more than happy to have at least one of the answers he desired brought to light. When one of the students greeted him jovially, Dimitri stammered a bit as he tried to actually introduce himself like a normal human being, however try as he might, he only managed to give a soft hello, and by then Ju-Long had already turned back around. 

Taking this to mean Ju-Long had lost interest, Dimitri chose to focus once more on Kain exclusively rather than the actions of his fellow classmates for fear of behaving awkwardly should anymore attention be directed his way. This could only last but so long however, as another student entered and was quickly reprimanded for his actions by Kain. For a moment Dimitri felt a slight bit bad for the newcomer, however pity quickly gave way to alarm as the newcomer gazed around the room and sent a secondary glance at Dimitri himself. Dimitri sucked in a sharp breath, quickly stared down at his hands, and began intertwining and untwining his fingers as though there was something more marvelous to be found in the action than there would be in meeting Katsuo's gaze.

It didn't occur to Dimitri until he actually focused on the actions he was repeating that he felt much lighter than he normally did. Up until now years of living with his unusually dense soul wavelength had desensitized Dimitri to the additional heft that it placed on his body, however now as the Kyukon water did its work, Dimitri couldn't help but feel unbalanced. The young man scooted back in his chair and stared down at his leg before trying to bounce it up and down. The action that many people -Dimitri included- had repeated absent mindedly over a large portion of their lives was not nearly as fluid as Dimitri thought it would be. Instead of the soft bobbing that usually took place, Dimitri's sudden loss of weight cause him to slam his knee into the bottom of his desk three times, eliciting a sharp yelp from the teen, followed by him clasping his hand over his mouth. As he rubbed his sore knee Dimitri shook his head as if disgusted with himself, wondering not for the first time just how idiotic he looked just now, '[i][color=0054a6]Smooth, Holmes. Real smooth.[/color][/i]'.