It makes a perfect, awful sense. Yuri shudders, hearing about a warranty. So this is his best choice. Trust a blood-drinking mass-murderer. Great.

It's still better then where he was a half-hour ago. He rubs at his wrists. Shivers at the idea of going back, hands on him...

Yuri doesn't speak for the rest of the ride. Just lets his brain drift away, fade into one of his dance routines. God he wants to move. Bury himself in the steps and music, forget what's happening. Even if it's just a few minutes.