Devlin couldn't say he had not noticed the strange feeling between them. It seemed almost as if a thin thread of spider's silk connected them, a string of intimacy that could be woven and twisted into something stronger, but for now remained fragile and almost easy to overlook.

Of course, Devlin had never been very affectionate -- the idea of moving any closer to Dimitri had not even briefly moved through his mind. His love was a painful thing to endure.. That said, he did feel something of a growing affection for the strange male, despite his best efforts to the contrary.

All in all, he found himself intrigued.

Devlin watched the male carefully, nodding slightly at his introduction. Dimitri. He liked the name, it rolled off the tongue well.

At Dimitri's lightly-sarcastic reply that it was indeed winter, Devlin found himself peering grimly at the male. This time, he did not laugh, though his gaze remained friendly. His face became rigid as stone, until he broke the stillness by curling back his lips and speaking in measured tones.

"And yet," he said, arching a brow. "Here you are."

Devlin narrowed his eyes and inclined his head, allowing a smile to toy at his lips.

"Now, why is that? A strong, healthy male like you, all alone?" He tilted his head, scanning Dimitri as if attempting to figure out just what made the male tick. "You cannot have me believe that your distaste for society alone has left you so.. destitute?"

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D E V L ! N

MALE - 38" - 120 LBS - LONER