[ Considering that Dimitri just chided him about not being a guest here, Claude expects the both of them to march out the door now that they've done what they set out to accomplish.

So it's a surprise when he's standing by the door and Dimitri doesn't follow him. Backtracking to the sitting room where they set Turner down, he blinks at the sight of Dimitri on the couch.

That doesn't seem right. ]

Are you that tired of rooming with me, Dimitri?

[ He walks over to him, setting a hand on Dimitri's shoulder. ]

Come on, you said yourself we're not guests here. You can nap at home.