[Well. Perhaps he should have seen that conclusion coming, after all — it speaks well to Yuri's own cleverness and capacity for observation, and perhaps serves as a charming critique of Dimitri's own deficiencies when it comes to carrying on a facade. Some might be angry to have their deception called out so plainly; for his own part, Dimitri can't help but chuckle under his breath, sheepish in his concession to Yuri's point.]
My friends tell me often that I am an open book, with no aptitude for deception. They're insufferable when they're right.
[And yet something in him seems to have relaxed, in the wake of Yuri's conclusion — as though he's released some subconscious tension in himself, now that he doesn't have to try to stay one step ahead of his own excuses anymore. A veil seems to lift, and the Dimitri who twirls Yuri out and back again is a little more himself than he'd been before.]
Do you...know who I am, then? What I mean is — I'm only wondering if you've already guessed, clever as you are. Not because I'm seeking to impose anything upon you. Quite the contrary, I've enjoyed being Alexandre quite a bit.
[He pauses, then grins, lazy and warm.]
Well, I've enjoyed it when I've not been poked from all sides by the insistent spears of your questions, picking apart my every word. I've never been interrogated in such a manner; it was really quite unnerving. And refreshing.
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[Well. Perhaps he should have seen that conclusion coming, after all — it speaks well to Yuri's own cleverness and capacity for observation, and perhaps serves as a charming critique of Dimitri's own deficiencies when it comes to carrying on a facade. Some might be angry to have their deception called out so plainly; for his own part, Dimitri can't help but chuckle under his breath, sheepish in his concession to Yuri's point.]
My friends tell me often that I am an open book, with no aptitude for deception. They're insufferable when they're right.
[And yet something in him seems to have relaxed, in the wake of Yuri's conclusion — as though he's released some subconscious tension in himself, now that he doesn't have to try to stay one step ahead of his own excuses anymore. A veil seems to lift, and the Dimitri who twirls Yuri out and back again is a little more himself than he'd been before.]
Do you...know who I am, then? What I mean is — I'm only wondering if you've already guessed, clever as you are. Not because I'm seeking to impose anything upon you. Quite the contrary, I've enjoyed being Alexandre quite a bit.
[He pauses, then grins, lazy and warm.]
Well, I've enjoyed it when I've not been poked from all sides by the insistent spears of your questions, picking apart my every word. I've never been interrogated in such a manner; it was really quite unnerving. And refreshing.