[ While he's not the most receptive to fussing (calm down dimitri he's fine, his toes are just really cold), sitting in front of a warm fire sounds appealing. So he shrugs off his cloak and accepts a blanket wound around him as a replacement. ]

It was easier to come straight here. [ He also didn't want to keep Dimitri waiting too long.

Watching the fire dance before his eyes, he takes a seat on the couch (and leaves plenty of room for Dimitri to settle next to him). ] Listen. I want to apologize for before. When I got mad at you, I let my emotions get the better of me. [ It's not always easy for him to say sorry, but he at least recognizes when he should. ]