[ Dimitri feels as if he knows what he's getting into - that he's offering up some of the worst moments of his life to a stranger. But he also knows that if this helps someone, he won't turn away from it. If someone can learn from what happened to him or if it prevents the suffering of another... he'll do it. It's how he is. What he believes in. The thought that it may come back to haunt him is there. It's a risk. But it's one he takes on willingly, without hesitation. Some would certainly call him foolish for that, but it's how he lives his life. How he intends to move forward. He can't simply turn away from it and pretend it never happened.

To do so would be to betray who he's become. Who he wants to be.

He offers a smile and shakes the offered hand. Pleasantries can come first. ]

A pleasure, Jonathan. You may call me Dimitri. Dimitri Blaiddyd.

[ He leaves out the title. It seems a foolish thing to bring with him to something like this or to use here, when he is king of nothing. ]

I also failed to introduce myself earlier; please, think nothing of it.