Dimitri idly stroked Brutus' head as he watched Melissa attempt to make herself comfortable on the floor. For a few moments he seemed to consider something, and then sank down in the couch to make himself more comfortable. It might've been a bit risky to relax as he currently was, however the fact that soldiers weren't kicking in his door, and with Brutus by his side, he was certain that he'd have the upper hand if the people he'd helped got unruly. Dimitri was caught off guard by Melissa's inquiry considering the air of distrust each individual had, however after eight seconds he decided that he'd humor her. "[color=0054a6]I'm a farm hand. I make sure people have food to bring home by working out in the greenhouses.[/color]" He stated before lazily waving at the wall closest to him, knowing by heart what direction the greenhouse was from his home. Despite the languid nature of his movement the muscles and veins in Dimitri's arms visibly rolled beneath his skin, betraying the strength packed into them with the simple gesture. "[color=0054a6]What about yourself?[/color]" Dimitri asked before stifling a yawn.