[ Honestly, he doesn’t know what had come over himself back in the game hall; he’s never been one to wantonly cause property damage. Dimitri nods all the same as his cheeks tint a further shade of red at the other’s light rebuke. He drops his gaze away, which… gives him an up-close view of Lars’ chest, which… cause his cheeks to redden more. ]

Oh, well, ha, I’m sure gods had nothing to do with it. You, on the other hand, have my full gratitude.

[ Dimitri lets go of Lars’ shirt to smooth it out there, then pat it for emphasis. ]

Truly, I am indebted to you. That was pure agony and you saved me. [ he raises his face to look back up at him ] Thank you, Lars.