[ Luckily Claude is no longer decked out in his formalwear, or else the pin holding his jabot in place would've likely made a pretty bruise on his throat. As it stands however, he's just fine once Dimitri lets go—wounded pride aside—and he waves off Dimitri's concern. ]

Hardly. I'm more worried about you.

[ He settles a hand on his hip, frowning as he gives Dimitri a once over to take in the state that he's in. ]

Have you had a chance to get patched up? I didn't expect to run into you, I figured you'd be dead asleep.