[Dimitri and Sylvain may have been childhood friends, but it's not often that Sylvain seeks him out. So he is perplexed, to say the least, when Sylvain comes knocking at his door.

He opens the door, cautious. He looks beyond Sylvain and down the hall.] How can I help you, Sylvain? If you're seeking asylum from another spurned woman, I won't have it. Not after last time.

[Dimitri frowns at the memory. Sylvain had hid out in his room only temporarily but even after he left, the poor woman had continued knocking and weeping at his door for days. Worse yet, she had been horrified when she learned that she had been knocking at the king's door. He'd never seen someone go so pale so fast!

So, actually, he's perplexed and wary.]