[ Thankfully, despite being more withdrawn (or perhaps just more cautious), the other man is quick, and springs into action without missing a beat. Puck complains loudly as he's trapped in place. Rather than leaping to pummel him, Dimitri stares at the broken lantern and is properly chastised for his own part in this mess.
He openly grimaces—the spark of guilt wakes something else up in his mind, something that wants to answer with something barbed and lashed, but he tempers his tongue. ]
...I did. My apologies.
[ And he does sound contrite about it, dropping to a knee to examine the broken lantern bits, carefully cradling a piece in his fingers to inspect. It's thoroughly trashed, gone dark. Even if it was a magical implement, it's not going to magic itself back together any time soon.
He drops the shard with a sigh, glancing up at his companion, then more sternly at Puck. ]
no subject
He openly grimaces—the spark of guilt wakes something else up in his mind, something that wants to answer with something barbed and lashed, but he tempers his tongue. ]
...I did. My apologies.
[ And he does sound contrite about it, dropping to a knee to examine the broken lantern bits, carefully cradling a piece in his fingers to inspect. It's thoroughly trashed, gone dark. Even if it was a magical implement, it's not going to magic itself back together any time soon.
He drops the shard with a sigh, glancing up at his companion, then more sternly at Puck. ]
What to do now?