He had noticed some things; small and large. Perhaps they had been related to this pride event, and perhaps they had not. However, with the mention of both pride and lust, now, it seemed pretty obvious to him what was happening. At least, a pattern, a theme. He had no idea what was magically going on, but he knew what the focus was. To a degree. If this pattern remained, he imagined there'd be a period where a portion of the city would be affected by envy, sloth, wrath, gluttony, and greed. Once all had been felt, what would come next? Would there be a combination of them at some point? Honestly, they all hinged on desire in some form, but perhaps there were other aspects that shared a connection between them all.
Dietrich was not a philosopher, nor a great thinker of any sort. Especially where magic was concerned. However, he had experienced demented machinations in the past. The Nazi's had managed to get their hands into Lycanthropy, it would not be a shock that they delved into black magic either. Not that such a notion would help him figure anything out. As he thought it over though, he instinctually held Nea closer, a hand coming to rest upon her hip, his thumb idly, and without thought, brushing over a very specific spot at the curve of her waist. as if tracing those contours to etch them into memory.
Though his thoughts may have seemingly distracted him, he would tilt his head, pressing a kiss to her temple, to try and soothe her somewhat. She was an innocent person, and not one that should be in the midst of something like this. At least, in his point of view. He wasn't sure how he'd protect her from it, but he knew he would do anything and everything he could. When her words drifted from the topic of the sins and the gates, however, it took him by surprise. His head jerked towards her, and he'd look into her eyes. For a time, he was silent, as she tried to ask her question, then seemingly lamented her inability to say things clearly.
He would snatch up her chin with a pair of fingers, lifting her face, so he could lean in and press a kiss firmly to her lips. The suddenness of it was perhaps a bit much. Perhaps still, he was moving too fast. He was not used to taking his time. He was not used to waiting. He was much more used to being open, forward and unrestrained with what he wanted, but Nea was young, innocent, and inexperienced. He did not wish to rush her, for fear of scaring her, hurting her, mentally or physically, and so much more. He did not wish to lose her or make her think less of him. But, with those words, he could only sense one thing; someone who was unsure of her own worth, and in that moment, whether it was a mistake or not, he felt the need to give to her, to share with her, and to show her how he felt.
He leaned into her as he kissed her, inching her towards the other side of the seat, leaning into her, till she was pressed against the door, and he leaned into her form. His lips worked against her own, parting the way for more exploration, as his hands glided over her body, caressing the contours of her body in an even more intent endeavor to learn the shape of her. As he did so, the beast within was awakened, and its hunger muscled its way to the top, shoving itself into the forefront of Dietrich's mind, to remind him of how much it had been neglected. This unnerved him, but he kept control on it, for now. He wanted to show her how he felt, in more than one way, but he still needed to be careful to not hurt her. Parting his lips from hers, so she could catch the breath she was likely short on, he let things cool off for a moment.
"I vant you, der Liebling. Alvays. Mein only concern, ist if you are ready, to haff me." Every muscle in his body was tense. He'd pulled from her by the barest amounts, but he kept himself in check, for now.