Dimitri goes silent at Lee's comment, gazing at the other. After a few moments, he looks back down at his hands and sighs, "Pretty as they may be, they are anything but nice." He stands and stretches his unwounded side, yawning. He rubs his face and starts towards the door, "Come on. I'll show you to your quarters." He pauses when Nadia speaks up, the woman asking when to schedule his appointment. After a moment's thought, he tells her to put it for tomorrow at noon before gently taking Lee's shoulder and guiding him back up to the parking garage.
He leads the other towards an elevator, pushing the call button and waiting just a moment before the doors open. Stepping inside, he slumps against the wall, huffing out a pained breath. He watches Lee, making sure the other goes unharmed as an excuse to just watch the other. He'd debated passing the boy off to someone else to deal with so he could rest, but he didn't trust anyone at the moment. He still felt rage boiling under his skin.After all he had down for those pricks. Lifting them up from their petty crimes to becoming minor crime lords. And they'd done it all just because the didn't like Dimitri's rules.
No innocent was to ever get hurt. Only those who had done wrong things. He supposed he could be considered a fucked up vigilante or something. But he couldn't bare the thought of innocent people getting hurt at his hand. He wasn't a saint, but at least he wasn't unnecessarily cruel.
Ge walks down a hall, towards the residents wing before changing his mind and veering towards the north halls.He'd give Lee the rooms across from his own, he decided. The closer the boy was, the easier to keep an eye on him. The home was not as simple as the penthouse had been, it wasn't even conservative. Wealth was everywhere; the paintings on the walls, vases, furniture. Everything was some antique, a rare item or just something worth a lot of value. Though, as they got closer towards Dimitri's rooms, the decor did tone down a bit, becoming slightly more personalized items.
Stopping in front of a door, Dimitri unlocks it and pushes it open. "Here. I'm right across the hall."
The quarters consisted of a private sitting room as the main room, and on each wall a door. Straight across was a balcony, a large one with a full set of outdoor furniture arranged into place. The view was stunning, overlooking the city and then the mountains in the distance. The scene was similar to the drawing done on the plane. To the left was the bathroom; a gacoozie, a standing shower, a large sink, plenty of floor space, and a large mirror. Another door led to a walk in closet just as large as the bathroom. Back in the main sitting room, the door on the left was the bedroom; a queen sized bed with four posts and a canopy was in the center. A mahogany desk sat flush with the wall and windows casting light onto it.There was a smaller balcony attached with a single chair and small table.
Dimirti watches Lee explore (if he chooses too in the moment), quiet for the longest time. "This is your space. I don't care what you do with it. You'll start getting a monthly stipend, the same amount as any of my servants. We can discuss what percentage will be taken out to help pay back your debt. You are free to roam the city as long as you have Nadia with you and you get all your chores done. And don't worry, you wont be doing anymore work than you were at the penthouse, I promise. You'll have plenty of free time to study and have fun." Dimitri was nothing like the men who had taken over after his fathers' deaths.He wouldn't keep Lee prisoner. . .exactly.As long as the boy didn't do anything stupid, reckless, and met all demands, he would have most freedoms.
"These freedoms are not a right, Lee. They are a reward for your hard work and proven dedication. They can be taken away if you begin to show a lack of. . . effort. I will have a contract drawn up starting everything I've told you in greater detail, okay? For now, enjoy the rest of the day to relax."
