Even pretending not to be mad makes the marks prickle, and Yuri keeps one hand at his shoulder, scratching absently at the bit that he can reach. The question makes him look up with a soft frown, lips pressing together tightly. Yuri wasn't going to like this, he was sure.

When he moved, he did so slowly, standing up with his washcloth held demurely over himself. There, on the outside of his thigh, was a pair of stylized wings with feathers trailing off of them. Victor's name was written in full in the center of the design.

"Just...don't tell anyone else, ok?"