Devlin stretched his long legs out, cocking his head. Perhaps all of his reasons for liking Dimitri were entirely selfish, as those things usually were for Devlin.. but his approval did not come easily, even when spurred on by such blatant narcissism. Devlin was a tough piece of shit to scrape off your shoes, that was for damn sure -- but those he truly liked were few and far between.

He leveled his gaze at Dimitri, as if hoping to scratch out some understanding of what he felt for the male. One day, perhaps, he would realize what it all really meant. For now, he was far too self-absorbed to see Dimitri as anything more than a treasured pawn in his everlasting game of chess.

Devlin did notice Dimitri's subtle shifting -- he was a keen-eyed creature, and little escaped his attention. But he did not reject the gesture; in fact, he did not give any sign of having noticed the movement at all. He remained cold and still and impenetrable as ever, a demon carved entirely from unforgiving stone. If Dimitri hoped to find the warm molten core where a heart might reside, he would be sorely disappointed..

Devlin inclined his head, meeting Dimitri's gaze as it searched his face. Indeed, he was the destitute one of the two.

He laughed, a sound like quiet, cracking thunder. "Fair enough," he admitted, giving his tail a single appreciative wag. Wit was something he would always find acceptable. "I am as alone as anyone can be." He arched his brow and tilted his chin, allowing his words to drip with all the hidden whispers that tumbled through his head, secrets that would only be revealed through tones and hints.

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MALE - 38" - 120 LBS - LONER