Even with that flash of fear in the man's eyes, he didn't cower, and Dmitri raised a brow when he placed his hand against his chest as if to push him away. He didn't budge, though he could've easily played along. He was more focused on the heat from the man's hand seeping through his shirt, which the man then proceeded to bunch up between his fingers, the animosity in his eyes burning like two twin flames that threatened to destroy everything they touched. And gods, that fucking snarl, finger's tightening on the arms of the chair Dmitri suppressed the shiver that licked up his spine. He could imagine a much more interesting situation where that snarl meant something completely different than it had in that moment.<br/><br/>At Noah's adamant statement that he wasn't Dmitri's the vampire saw no reason to argue the point.<i>Dmitri </i>knew that the human was his, and in the end that was all that mattered. Whether the man denied or accepted that fact was of no concern to him.<br/><br/>"I look after my things," he assured the man. Now whether or not he took any comfort from that, Dmitri didn't care either way. Just because he didn't always look after his humans personally, didn't mean that they weren't taken care of. Because, as Noah had said, Dmitri did not tolerate low quality blood. It was unappetizing and defeated the entire purpose. "And I am well aware of how much a human can take before their blood begins to decline. Something you don't have to worry about, so long as you behave. Which I believe isn't asking too much."<br/><br/>"Oh and you'll get plenty of sunlight, don't you worry. I've found that humans taste better when they're not locked away in cold dark dungeons...A lot of trial and error there," that last bit was muttered with a slight frown.<br/><br/><i>Or </i>a captive man could just as easily accept the cards that he'd been dealt and make the most of a terrible situation; not that Dmitri would consider Noah's current situation terrible. The man could have very well been found by some less than savoury characters and then yes,<i>that </i>would have been terrible. For the both of them.<br/><br/>"You're awfully confident that you're the only one." Dmitri studied the other man, his pale gaze searching, "But how would you know? If you all have resorted to hiding away, how could you possibly know? Hmm?" He patted Noah's cheek none too gently and straightened up, straightening out the collar of his shirt as he moved back to the window. "It would be unfortunate, yes, but I found<i>you,</i>didn't I?" And that was the worst of it wasn't it? The fact that this human was the only one that Dmitri or anyone else were aware of. He could very well be 'one of a kind'. Which was all the more reason why Dmitri needed to be certain that there was less likely of a chance for the man to be taken from him.<br/><br/>"You have six hours until we leave, I suggest you use them wisely."