Dmitri released his hold on the other man's neck the moment he invited him in, black eyes which were usually a pale ice green studied the interior of the others safe haven...well, not so safe anymore he thought with a faint grin. The man was clearly prepared for others to come looking for him if the number of wards he had in place were anything to go on. The place was bare, empty, impersonal. It was depressing to just look at. This place wouldn't do. The other wouldn't be living here much longer. Nothing that he claimed as his own would ever live like this, would represent in such a way.<br/><br/>His gaze returned to the other when the man had finished his frantic check and finally sagged against the door, though Dmitri made no move to approach. Now, that he didn't have to worry about someone taking what was his, he was in no rush. With all the time and effort he'd put into searching for the other man he had no intentions of rushing this. The night was still young after all.<br/><br/>Dmitri stood at a solid six foot nothing, reddish brown hair that curled at the ends worn short, his wolfish features marred by the pale jagged scar that started just below his left eye and cut diagonally across his cheek, stopping along his jawline. A dark navy button down and dress pants hid the coiled power of a predator in a lean defined musculature, and the scars of a previous life best left forgotten.<br/><br/>The man claiming that his blood was less than appetizing drew an amused smile out of the vampire, who was more than thrilled to see the look of defiance in those golden brown eyes. "I'll be the judge of that." This one would put up a fight. Good. He didn't like weak prey, the ones who didn't put up a fight; the ones who simply accepted their fate without protest. He'd always had the bad habit of playing with his food, but it was no fun if they didn't at least try to fight back.<br/>Dmitri approached the other man then, black eyes locked on the man's hand. Being this close to the other, surrounded by that sinfully sweet scent, his throat burned, his whole body buzzing, aching, with a bone deep thirst that reminded him of the beginning, when the blood lust was so strong he had no control of himself. But this time was different. He wasn't a floundering fledgling anymore.<br/><br/>"Tell me little rabbit, how do you like your pain?" Reaching the other man, Dmitri dragged his gaze up to meet the other's eyes, "Because this will hurt." Reaching out he went to grab for the man's injured hand, "It's your choice just how badly."