<span style="font-style: italic">Mortals</span>rang through Dimitri's ears. The fact that this man was something else wasn't the bother any longer, it was how much above mankind he may be. He remembered legends, when those who called themselves gods would call any below themselves mortals. Still, this man had gotten wounded, the snow had been red from blood, not gold from ichor. Dimitri wasn't the kind to make judgement about people, but here he'd had no choice. He didn't know this man. Even still, Dimitri's poor judgement of trust had the better of him, and Dimitri chose to follow him as asked.<br/><br/>Dimitri did as asked, and shut the door behind him. Has last worries went out to his truck, sure it was an old hunk of metal, but it was his, he cared for it. "I've seen others. Maybe not exactly like that. But. Things that might classify within the same... realm." Dimitri explained, as carefully as he could. He was beginning to question exactly how much of this was for his safety, but chose not to question it. If this an wanted him dead, he'd have made a move already.<br/><br/>Or, so Dimitri had hoped.