[ Like at the onsen, Viktor can't help if averting his eyes from Yuri's trim form wasn't always possible; art was meant to be appreciated. The hotel was dreary and the beds direly in need of upsizing, but that made them easy to rearrange, layering up the thin blankets with a small frown marring his face. ]

Truly unacceptable with winter so close. If we were in St. Petersburg I'd suggest we stay in my place -

[ Yuri wasn't particularly polite about bringing Viktor in, but that's what he finds so delightful about being cut off midstream. Laughing softly, he presses in warmly to Yuri's side and brushes his lips along the tip of his ear. ]

All right then, what's playing tonight?