"Darcyyy," Dimitri whines, demonstrating that he can, in fact, turn redder. He sinks to his knees in the interest of folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them. How could you do this to him, Darcy. He thought you were his FRIEND, Darcy. Deception! Disgrace! Betrayal most foul! "I don't sound like that," he grumbles, because he can't deny it, either.

He tilts his head to the side, exposing one eye to look up at Dedue. "I promise I'm not that bad," he pleads. Mumbling, he adds, "Anyway, it's all true."