[ Felix wants to trust him. Truly, he does. But so long as bestial blood runs through his veins, he can't- he has to have some reservations.

He looks away from Dimitri and tugs a bit on his turtleneck, enough to expose that (once again) flawless pale skin of his. ] Don't give me a reason to regret believing you. If you hurt me, I'll cut you down where you stand. [ (never mind the fact that again, dimitri could very easily kill him if he desired it.)

His eyes flickers down to the bed as he pauses, thinking. ] How do you want me? [ When he'd use his hand, their positioning didn't matter as much. So long as Felix wasn't on his feet, it was fine. But now... well. He can't just hand over his neck like he did his palm. ]