[Dimitri, you're such a fucking mess. But he can follow his voice to his room at the very least, being more than trained enough to be able to do that much.

He's not answering until he's certain he found his room, arms crossed over his chest as he observes this mess on the bed.]

Believe it or not, nah. Was more concerned about how you were takin' all of that shit since I'm sure you tried to commit a murder against something technically not alive.