I want a live specimen

"I have a condition." There were loose tendrils of his blue hair on the side of his face, softly glowing from the light of hanging on the ceiling. Dimitri, appearing languid, tapping the armrest of the swiveling chair as he said those words. His brown eyes and red lips bent at the same time, a small smile dancing on them. He could easily pass as the good guy next door. However, this 'good guy' doesn't have that good intention, as people would have surmised from his appearance.

The smile hanging on his lips alerted Carlisle, not out of gladness but something else. Just from a single glance, he could definitely tell Dimitri was up to no good.