What Byleth is reaching for, Dimitri cannot predict - he trusts his Professor, and so he allows the touch. The strange... relaxing sensation that follows is indescribable. He feels a sigh leave his chest, and his body leans towards the warmth.

Though, when Dimitri registers just how blatantly he'd responded, he flushes. Straightens. And although he does nothing to brush Byleth's hand away, he forces himself rigid.

With his cheeks still pink, he attempts to resume his explanation. "Animal instincts and an explosion of magical energy-" Dimitri would be happy to go into detail, but he lets Byleth direct - and redirect - the conversation.

There will be plenty of time for more information later.

"It is not. Sylvain and Felix are here, though five years my seniors." He sucks in a breath, and the hair on the back of his neck raises. "Edelgard, as well... but I'm afraid she no longer belongs among the ranks of our classmates.

She-" His lips curl, teeth bared for little more than an instant. "I've heard she's soon to launch an attack on the monastery and plunge Fodlan into years of war." Against Rhea. Against enemies he still does not know. And against Faerghus along with the Alliance-

She becomes an enemy, herself, for her cause.