Seeing the defiance in the other’s eyes, Dmitri decided that he and the human would get along famously so long as that fiery glint in his eyes didn't wane. Even after Dmitri had bitten into him, the man didn’t seem to have lost any of the fire in his gaze. It had Dmitri wondering what was spinning around in the man’s head; but he was no telepath and had no way of knowing, regardless of how much he wanted to.<br/><br/>Scrounging in the aforementioned places for the med-kit, Dmitri returned to the living room a few moments later looking up from his rummaging through the med-kit when the human asked about reflections. With an amused chuckled, he kneeled in front of the human, setting the med-kit on the man's lap. "Of all the questions you could possibly ask, you're most curious on whether or not I cast a reflection?...You’re a curious one.” Grabbing a few cotton swabs, he wetted them with disinfectant, using his free hand to tilt the man’s head to the side so he could get to the bite mark. It was strange doing this bit. He didn’t usually patch up the humans that he decided to keep alive. He had staff to do that.<br/><br/>"If you must really know, the answer is yes, I have a reflection.” Making sure the wound was thoroughly cleansed, he reached for a bandage, "I can eat garlic. No, I can’t transform into a bat-- though I did know someone once who could. I don't sleep in a coffin and holy artifacts hold no power over me." Though the holy objects was subjective in terms of being a deterrent, Dmitri did feel some discomfort when on holy ground and he much preferred to not come into contact with holy water if he could help it. But the power of belief was a strong one and those vampires that had—or still—believed in some higher power were prone to feeling more than just discomfort when coming in contact with holy objects. Dmitri had never been a religious man, not during his human life and not now; so aside from some mild discomfort, he didn’t have much difficulty being around crosses or any other holy objects. Now silver on the other hand, that most definitely worked; painfully well. Sunlight was another thing that he preferred to avoid. Stay out in it long enough and it would be the end of him. While a few short moments wouldn’t kill him, he preferred to stay as nocturnal as possible. But the human didn't need to know all of that.<br/><br/>Sitting back on his heels, Dmitri looked over the man with a critical eye. "There, you’ll live.” Patting the man’s leg, he stood and gathered up the bloody gauze and med-kit before heading to the kitchen to discard them. While in there he took the time to look in the man’s fridge, scrunching up his nose as his senses were assaulted by the rotting food within. There was nothing edible in there. With a shake of his head he returned to the living room, “Looks like one of us won’t be eating tonight.” He didn’t bother to ask how the human even managed to live the way that he did. It wouldn’t matter after tonight.Pulling out his phone, he tapped out a quick message to Geoffrey, telling him where to be in the morning. It was times like this when he truly appreciated the evolution of technology. It was damn useful.<br/><br/>“Up you go, you need sleep." Approaching the chair, he put the phone away and held out a hand for the man to take, clearly expecting Noah to listen to him, "We have an early day tomorrow, I suggest you only pack what you need,” Dmitri darted his gaze on their immediate surroundings, “which doesn’t seem to be much to begin with.”