Dimitri's brow raised at the man's response. He wasn't the first person related to a magical being that had called Dimitri out on being homeless. Desmond and Daniel would get along, Dimitri figured.<span style="color: #0080BF">"I have a house and a job."</span>Dimitri replied, starting to take his own strides. Dimitri felt very uncomfortable tailing someone who didn't want him around, he'd never be so persistent were it not so important.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Well..."</span>Dimitri said, considering his own employment situation. He worked for an old god who was low on the food chain of the gods. He got payed in strange artifacts and odd sums of money at strange times. Sometimes the money was in ancient coins and not USD.<span style="color: #0080BF">"It's sorta a job."</span><br/><br/>Dimitri was doing his best to gauge the situation. He wanted to break this news as gently as he could, but it didn't look like there was any scenario where they would sit down and talk over coffee.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Desmond."</span>Dimitri hadn't wanted to use his name before he'd learned if from Desmond himself; he could tell from firsthand experience that strangers using your name sent chills.<span style="color: #0080BF">"This is important. Probably the most important thing you're'ver gonna hear."</span><br/><br/>Dimitri kept his pace up. He was beginning to take into consideration how difficult it was going to be to make Desmond believe he was a demigod. There was plenty of water on the beach to will, but no privacy to do it in. Dimitri wished it was all as simple as finding mermaids.