The line of Dimitri's shoulders relaxes again. He releases a soft sigh.

"After the lap-cat conversation, some time ago ... you told me that you were e-excited by the thought of me sitting in your lap." Dimitri's voice stays quiet, even, calmed by the safety of a command, but even so his face heats to a burning crimson. "I was more excited by the idea of ... being ... your ... pet."