[Dimitri’s hands hover at Felix’s sides, still wary of breaching the boundaries between them but ready to steady him should he need it. That is, until Felix comments on the state of him and Dimitri swipes his the back of his hand across his mouth without thinking. It comes away bloody and Dimitri can still feel blood already starting to dry as it drips down his chin.

He has, indeed, made a mess. ]

Erm, I ...apologize. I don’t believe there is proper etiquette to this sort of thing. [Dimitri jokes, but he is genuinely sorry. That shirt is done for.] It didn’t make much of a difference before... [Y’know, when he was feeding on corpses or unsuspecting soldiers. Who cared if blood got everywhere.] I promise I will be more careful if you let me have your neck again.