Don't be ridiculous. I don't want you to be my misbehaving dog. I prefer being your right-hand man.

[He kisses him again, this time softer and slower, savoring the lips of his king. Eventually, he parts with a sigh, hands resting on Dimitri's shoulders.]

...Look, it's hard to explain, because I don't even understand it myself. But... I was here already. Except it wasn't really me... but it was me?

[He winces. Trying to wrap his head around it starts to form a headache.]

I have a memory of coming across you here before.