That look, that moment frozen, is why George has learnt not to engage, not to be the one initiating. Or at least, he'd thought he'd learnt.

His lips purse and tick upwards, his gaze slips down to somewhere to the side of Dimitri's chin before returning, his shoulders drop out of formal posture. Each movement is subtle and controlled, practiced to take him as far away from the mannerisms of the Butler as he can while hopefully not appearing meek or like he's the one who needs to be catered to.

"I do, yes." He answers simply, refraining from asking a follow up question so there isn't the pressure of continued conversation when he adds "If you'd rather I left you alone, please do tell me. I'll understand entirely."