[For a brief moment, he's surprised to hear that question. Who would look at the beast he's become and assume he's a prince? But then he remembers that he referred to "his people", so he simply nods.]

I am.

[Dimitri runs his ungloved hand through his hair, lifting one of the limp, overgrown strands.]

I realize I may not look it anymore, but I am still the crown prince of Faerghus, even if a treacherous snake sits on the throne now.