Noah deflated a bit before Dmitri even answered his question, feeling the other's gaze was a bit too much like looking at dinner. He looked away as the other did, lips tugging into a frown at his laughter. The words that followed were further discouragement, making him fidget nervously. Not only did he not know how long to expect peace, but now he knew that this could be frequent. And if Dmitri caught on to how quickly he could recover, the spaces between would be even shorter. With a frustrated sigh, he stepped out of the car and avoided Geoffrey's gaze before following up the steps.<br/><br/>He wasn't entirely prepared for the greeting that awaited him in the kitchen. Reyna was perhaps the most cheerful little thing he'd ever met. So much so that it completely made him forget the situation he was in, even if just for a moment. Before he could so much as think of a response she had him sitting on a stool with suggestions of cooking something for him. His appetite was a bit lackluster, but he could feel a natural hunger beneath that. His body needed fuel after what it'd been through, even if he wasn't feeling all that hungry in appetite.<br/><br/>"Dima?" He assumed it was a nickname, and shuffling through his head, he struggled to figure out what it was a nickname for, but clearly it was Mr. Bitey, so now he had at least a name besides not-so-clever insults.<br/><br/>While he'd been cold to Geoffrey, it was a lot harder to be anything but nice to this little bag of joy. Noah measured his words, feeling the need to get conversation out to stave off the darkness in his mind. He was curious anyway, and since Reyna was so talkative, he figured she would have a lot to say with little prodding. "Well, I'm not a myth," he offered with with an empty attempt at a smile, "How long has he been looking for me, anyway?" Considering he was the first to legitimately catch Noah, it would have been disappointing to hear 'a few months' as the answer. There were a few creatures that'd been tracking him for years, what felt like the majority of his life. If he knew the only thing that stood between him and being caught by Dmitri was simply the vampire being aware of him, it'd make the thought of getting away a lot less encouraging. He'd just be caught again.<br/><br/>He didn't take Dmitri as the type to be very merciful to pets who ran away.<br/><br/>"How is it you came to be here anyway? You seem a bit sweet to be working for someone like him." Of course, after saying this he wondered briefly if perhaps she was in a similar position as him, here because she couldn't get away. He didn't like to think about it like that; some part of him hoped that maybe 'Dima' had some redeemable qualities. Maybe he was a lot nicer to people he liked. Maybe he was only teasing Noah, and was truly intending to care for him. While he never saw himself wanting to be cared for, the thought resurfaced that maybe... Maybe it was better to stay somewhere he knew was safe. Safer than being torn to shreds by ravenous beasts or caught by a much harsher one and locked up somewhere less comfortable than this cushy looking mansion.