She denied with her head, was unable to believe how annoying Dmitry could be. Still looking throught the window, Anya thought that it was all his fault, she wanted to get along, but the boy had to be like this. “ I don’t know how Vlad could stand someone like you. ” her tone was mesured this time but almost chewing the words, murmuring. Tooking a deep breath, the orphan wanted to arrive soon as they could to PARIS, then … the answers would just flow and —- Dmitry would dessapeard, as well. the ex-street sweeper when heard the question about her book, her look was more relaxed while her glance returned to the train wagon, especially in her parisian book. Another breath, before speaking. “ I’m just trying to get more information about Paris. Maybe I find something who makes me … remember, or whatever. ” this time, her tone was sincere and paused with a lot of caution, Anya was unsure of trust him, maybe he would laugh about it, like many did before. “ you wouldn’t understand—– anyway. ” whispered,
almost hurt.
“What can I say ?? SOME find me charming.” A snide smirk, a devilish gleam, he settles himself against the seat once more. Dmitry knew there was no point in getting riled up ( she just did that to him —— && CONSTANTLY SO ). In the short moment of peace, Dmitry felt like he could b r e a t h e. He was still on the run, a WANTED CRIMINAL, but nonetheless he was finally somewhere new. Paris, a city for wealth, of new beginnings. Lips purse at her locutions, a slow nod. “I mean, if I had no memories aside from Paris, I’d do the same.” A shrug, he shuffles in his seat / uncomfortable. While he sometimes may have wished to forget some of his past, he certainly was glad for his memories. It wasn’t pity he felt, NEVER that, but a sense of curiosity, of seeing this through. “Your answers are here somewhere I s’pose.” && that woud start with the Dowager herself.