Dimitri blew out a breath, trying not to growl in frustration. He leaned just a little closer to Ryan. "Put some gauze on it. Don't bother with stitches. I'll heal it as soon as I'm out of here. I just needed to do something to get your attention." He would have palmed his face if it wasn't covered in blood. That would definitely make him look mental. Fucking hell every bit of him was antsy. He had been starving for blood before, but now he was healthy and something was just...off about this place. Some lingering aura of someone he hadn't felt before. But he couldn't...no he wouldn't dwell on that right now. He had other things on his mind.<br/><br/>Dimitraeus's eyes widened when Ryan made his comment. He let out a low laugh, then let out a louder one. "Shit," he said, nearly doubling over with mirth. This kid really was something. "Oh, Ryan. Fuckin A. I couldn't hurt you father if I wanted to. Not physically at any rate." He rolled his eyes, then held out his bleeding arm, letting the other get to it. Dimitri sobered up quickly. "No...That's not what I'm here about. I'm not out to get you, your sister, or Kane, let alone anyone you care about. I have more shit to deal with than that anymore." Even if he was out to be a sadistic shit, Eden had given him a job and that took up whatever time Kane or his job sending souls to their proper places didn't. "And I really would rather not talk about it out in the open like this, and I offered to go out to a cafe because I didn't want you to feel trapped in a room with me."