[Dimitri straightens in the doorway. Their relationship isn’t exactly a secret amongst some of the castle staff, but Claude’s demeanor and words remind him that – he too – needs to be a bit more proper in the audience of others.] N-Not at all, My Lord. It would be a pleasure. Please, come in.

[Moving aside so Claude can enter his chambers, Dimitri also ducks down to the poor servant who had to witness that. He thanks them, really, and asks for a pot of Almyran Pine Needle be sent up to them.

With the doors closed behind him, Dimitri sighs, perhaps a too heavy sigh, and sinks with his back against them. Good eye closed one moment, it snaps open in a second and Dimitri is making his way across the room to wherever Claude has settled. And he scoops the other man into his arms, hugging him tightly.] Claude -! You – you should have told me you were coming -! I would have gone to greet you, I –

[I missed you. Terribly. Deeply. All the way to his bones, his core.]