[There's nothing to be read in her eyes. Dimitri had only just began to make out the features of joy, of rage, on his own teacher's face. This woman is foreign, and she is looking at him with just as much intent and mystery as Byleth had when he'd arrived at the monastery.
It leaves him uneasy.
He does not want to sit. To be immobile. But her suggestion is logical, and he has demanded enough from her as it is-
Dimitri sits, back rigid and hands folded in his lap. Tense.] Of course.
[He truly means to follow through - doing otherwise would spit in the face of her compliance with his requests.]
no subject
It leaves him uneasy.
He does not want to sit. To be immobile. But her suggestion is logical, and he has demanded enough from her as it is-
Dimitri sits, back rigid and hands folded in his lap. Tense.] Of course.
[He truly means to follow through - doing otherwise would spit in the face of her compliance with his requests.]