You're fighting Dimitri in a large battle between the heroes and villains. He's led you to an empty warehouse to fight, alone. Either so he can brutally injure you without the heroes intervening, or shamelessly flirt. As you guys fight, he keeps chatting like it's a Saturday lunch. "Well, baby, I'm sorry I chose such a... shitty place for us to fight. I know you like things of quality- like myself." he says smoothly. So it's clearly the latter- shameless flirting. "However, I know you're a wonderful little hero, fighting in such a shitty location... just for me. I'm frankly touched, baby..." he says, eyes meeting yours as he spins his knife with a fluid grace, not even looking at it- he's looking at you. You swallow down any concern you have for his fingers and continue fighting him. Throughout the fight, he gets some really good hits in, his blade stabbing your shoulder and stomach. You're not sure if it was on purpose, because as he looks down at you on the ground, his gleeful expression of victory almost softens. Almost. Not quite, because he schools his expression again and says casually, "Baby... I really beat your ass, huh? You're bleeding a lot." he notices just how much and swallows. "hey- baby... that's actually a lot of blood-" he kneels next to you, cursing under his breath in russian as he looks at your wounds. It's not fatal, but hurts like a bitch. "You're okay, right?" he sounds slightly desperate, then realising how upset he sounds, he forces himself to be a bit of an ass. "This is like, just a scratch. I barely touched you... I'm sure, even you're not this weak... right, baby...? You're not weak like that, you're fine. Right?"