Never Trust a Pretty Face {Ft•Dimitri}

Dimitri snorted, rolling his eyes at the weak apology. "Yes you did," he just flatly retorted with, obviously not bothered by almost getting strangled to 'death' but the kid. Like he just pointed out, that wouldn't work to get rid of him. This 'body' of his might die, but all he had to do was 'fix it' up and and he'll be up and running in it again. He smirked in amusement however as the teen's voice changed drastically, his words not doing a thing to threaten him. Talking keeps him alive? Pfft, sound like something Sinbad would say.

"Oh I know it's not," Dimitri grinned wickedly. "I've seen exactly how you take someone's life."

As Jim started to hit the tree repeatedly, Dimitri merely stood there behind him, yawning loudly to himself as he patiently waited for the teen to calm down. Once he did, and once again asked the demon if he really could help, the demon just calmly stared back at him. "Yes," he answerd firmly. "But not for free."

Dimitri's smirk returned at Jim's question, has more sinister side slowly starting to show. The kid obviously knew Dmitri had no need of money or anything of the sort. "Normally, this the part where I say 'Your soul', but... I'm the one who gave you a 'soul' to begin with, so technically i would only be taking back something that already belongs to me," he started, looking a bit thoughtful as he said this, titling his head a bit as he inspected Jim curiously. "Even if I took it back, I wouldn't be abel to 'eat it' because well... it's already dead," he stated, his grin wicked and with no hint of sympathy in it. "So it wouldn't taste good. However... I can still own it, and use it for something other than food~"
With this said, he took a few stesp clsoer towards Jim, until the teen had his back pressed back up agaisnt the tree. "So, guess I want that soul I gave you back anyway, which specificlly means, that I'll owe you, keep you from harm for others who might be out to kill you. You'll be in my control, my property for as long as I decide to keep you around," he explaiend in a dark voice, leaning down closer towards the teen. "But the good news in all this, I'll be teaching you new tricks, helping you keep those powers of yours in control, and even help you out with that anger issues of yours," he said a little to cheerfully, stepping bakc and Jim his own space back. "That's the catch. So kid... what will it be~?"

Dimitri chuckles to himself, making a mental note to somewhere later on explain just how the whole 'soul' thing worked for the demons of his kind. Jim is indeed, very much alive, but his soul in general just tasted and has the essence of death, buuuuuut.... that would be a story for another day. Right now he was sure neither him or teen felt like jumping into that.
And then, after some inner struggles with himself, Jim accepted, making the grin onDimitri's face widen even more. Hm, that went a bit easier than expected, he thought to himself, not one to complain of course. THough to be fair to the distressed teen, after what he's been throguh who could really blame him?
"Great!" He beamed, clapping his hands togheter in what one would think was excitment. "Well then, to seal this little 'contract' of ours, I just need one more thing..." Once again he was right infront of Jim, but unlike before he didn't lean in toward shim, just moved his hand up, that wa snow givign off a green glow, and placed it on the teen's chets, right where his heart was. "Normally, I'd just suck the soul out of you, but sicne I'm not going to deavour it this time..." he trailed off, his smirk turning cold and wicked again as his eyes bgean to glow once more. And then without a warning, his hand went right through Jim's chest. Maybe a after only half aminute, Dimitir seeme dto fidn what he wa slooking for and withdrew his hand, leaving no scar or wound on the boy's chest whatsoever. "There we go!" he said brightly, licking his fingers. "Now you're 'marked', and the deal's been sealed." He gave the boy another thoughful look, frowning a bit as he took in his conditon mroe closely. "Now.... how about we feed you something. You're looking a little to thin to be considerd 'healthy'."

"Hm? Oh yeah right, my 'name'," Dimitri mumbles to himself, as if just giving remembering that little detail himself. "You can call me Dimitri, easy enough to remember right?" he snickered while casually brushing off some dirt from Jim's shoulder. As the teen insisted on being just 'fine', and tht he didn't need anything to eat, the demon just gave him a flat look, that clearly said he wasn't going to take that for an answer. "Yeah sure, you're totally fine, and I'm a saint," he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Look kid, you may think you're ok now because that bruised up body of yours has grown sued to pain, but sooner or later you'll collapse and won't be able to get back up. I can't have that, so let's get you something to eat," he repeated more firmly, turning on his heel and began to walk, gesturing for Jim to follow. "And we'll need to heal you up too. Geez, you look more like an over used punching bag than a a runaway."

Dimitri just gave him a blank look when Jim yet again allowed his anger to explode, and merely quirked an eyebrow at him as he waited for it to pass. Compared to the times before, the teen seemed to realize it himself and calmed down much faster, well he was trying to at least. The demon watched as the boy passed him walked on a few steps ahead of him. "Not everything people say to you is to rile you up kid," he sighed, giving Jim's shoulder a pat, honestly amused for being called 'princess' of all the things, before turning his attention elsewhere as he saw them closing in a Tavern. "That'll do for now," he grinned, and lead the teen towards the building. Once inside, the Tavern turned out to be full of both drunk and travellers, sme being very loud and obnoxious while the rest just sat down resting and enjoying a drink. Telling Jim to 'wait here', Dimitri disappeared for a quick moment, before appearing right behind him again and pulled him up the stairs. "The owner was 'kind' enough to give us this room for the night," he explained, pushing the door open and gesturing for Jim to sit down on the bed. "Food will arrive soon, hope you don't eat like a bird," he chuckled as he closed the door after himself, turning to focus back on the teen. "Ok, let's get those clothes off you."

Dimitri didn't reply back to Jim's comment, just kept his smirk intact. Well, when he said 'kind', it is mostly because the owner didn't have much of a choice but to give the demon what he asked for. At the teen's little outburst (again) Dimitri only deadpanned him with a flat look, as if not seeing what the big fuckign deal was. "Yes there is," Dimitri shot back easily, moving over towards the bed where Jim was sitting. "How else are we gonna get your wounds cleaned up? Well I could just always rip the clothes right off of you," he said then, looking as if he was considering the idea for a moment. "But that's to much work me," he said then, giving Jim a pout. "Look kid, if I wanted to assault you, that already would've happend, and you wouldn't even be sitting here right now," he pointed out matter of factly. "Like I already said, I need you healthy."