Dmitri didn't react to Noah's sarcastic little comment, more interested in the man's interest with the blood that stained his fingers. Curious.<br/><br/>Down in the cool, dark comfort of the underground garage Dmitri went to reach for the door handle when the human spoke. The questioning tone had Dmitri looking over, his pale eyes immediately drawn to the other's lips. What would it feel like to sink his teeth into that soft pink flesh? To lick droplets of blood from those crimson stained lips. The word 'recover' dragged Dmitri's gaze away, and he laughed. Couldn't help it. It was almost endearing; the man's naivety.<br/><br/>"Recover? From that little bite?" Dmitri shook his head as he stepped out of the car. "I imagine I can get quite a few more bites out of you before you need to worry about recovery." Just the idea that the human thought one feeding was enough to warrant recovery had Dmitri laughing to himself, as he climbed a set of stairs sat off to the side that led into the house.<br/><br/>Geoffrey climbed out of the car, silent, as he opened the door for Noah, waiting until the man was out before leading the way up the stairs that Dmitri had just taken. The door they stepped through led directly into the expansive kitchen, with state of the art appliances, polished hardwood flooring, and warm grey Venetian plaster. Darker grey counter tops complemented the rich rosewood cabinetry.<br/><br/>A petite brunette with a face-full of freckles, dressed in a short floral summer dress, her light hair tied back in a single thick braid smiled when she saw the two of them, as she hurried over, taking Noah's hand between both of hers, "I can't believe it, it's really you! Most of us had come to think you were just a myth, but here you are, in the flesh," she gushed, her smile bright and sharp.<br/>"You must be tired. Hungry maybe? I won't be surprised if Dima didn't feed you. Not surprised at all." Her dark eyes squinted up at him, "You do look a bit pale, come sit, sit. I'll whip you up something lickety-split...Oh, that rhymed!" She giggled then. "I'm Reyna by the way. But you just call me Reyn or Rey, whatever you like. Reyna's fine too." Barely pausing to catch a breath, she guided Noah over to the black and chrome bar stools that lined one side of the dark marble-topped island as she simultaneously shooed Geoffrey away.