[Dimitri folds his arms rudely on the table again, so that he can hide his face. He doesn't like the way embarrassment and nausea feel, nor is he eager to show what he's certain must be a very strange expression.]

You really need to make better friends. You're going to end up regretting this.

[He's standing by that prediction. Nothing good can come from associating with curses.]

But do what you want for now. I can't stop you until that parfait wears off anyway.