Dimo stalked down the halls confidently, buffing the claws of his one hand on his waistcoat. He grinned a big, toothy grin. This was going to be fun. Even if the boy rebuffed him, which, frankly, normally happened long before now no matter who he attempted to charm, it would be enjoyable. This boy had fight in him.
He straightened his hat and strolled into the kitchen, luminous eyes flashing slightly. He loped right over to the young man, his smile widening even more. "Hello dere, sveethot," he said. He took a deep sniff, wanting to know exactly what to look for next time. His brow wrinkled slightly. Wait... He sniffed again, slowly.