Dimitri kept pressure on the wound that he could heal within moments. He wasn't going to spook the on-lookers by healing instantly. It was just to get Ryan's attention. His head lifted, and he reluctantly pushed the hood down off his white-streaked hair. To some it might come across as a bad dye-job, but it was far more than that. When Ryan got closer, his back began to ache for the first time it had in centuries. He snorted though. "Yeah but your father might. I should be telling you that I'm not going to hurt you." He kept his voice low, fidgeting. Fuck this was about to get a whole lot more awkward, staring right at his fucking nephew.<br/><br/>"A room would be nice. I was going to offer to take you to a cafe, because we need to talk." His face twisted into a dark scowl, gnawing on his lip. No, awkward didn't even begin to cover it. He was coming to Kane's<i>son </i>for relationship advice. His voice hushed to barely above a whisper. "Yeah. You can touch me. I won't bite. I..." There was another long pause. "I need your help." Jesus Christ he was just full of surprises lately, but it was pretty damned uncomfortable with the notion. And, hell, if there was an arch angel nearby guarding Ryan he was so fucking screwed. Well, not in the sense of being attacked. He'd just pop out if that happened. No, it was more the fact that he would have to figure out what the fuck was happening to him from someone else.