The Beast looks away from her for a moment and pulls Dia to him, almost like a security blanket, "As you say. So what do you want to talk about so badly. I'm listening."

"It is probably best if you discuss what you want first, Bazett. There is no way to guarantee how long he will remain this lucid," Dia lets himself be held despite the slightly uncomfortable position. If it will keep The Beast calm longer, than he can deal with it.

The Beast seems to sense his discomfort and shifts their positions so that Dia can rest his head against his shoulder. Once they are settled, he starts stroking Dia's hair waiting for Bazett to speak.