Ghost and hunter aren't words that go together in Dimitri's concept of the world. The dead haunt the living, but not in any form that could be hunted. He's too exhausted and hazy to question metaphysics.

By the time they make it to Darcy's room, he's got most of his feeling back, apart from a few burning prickles in his extremities like the world's worst case of frostbite. He's about to stagger into the bathroom to wash his face and let Darcy change, when he remembers a key feature of the Serena Eterna's bathrooms. He freezes, staring at the door-handle, and then looks away from the door-handle, because it's shiny, and in its curved, golden surface he has no reflection.

"Um. I -- bathroom. Mirror," he says articulately. And, on second thought, if they do end up talking about it, he'd rather be able to choose to be honest.