"I'll eat later then," he said softly, his tone puzzling in its vagueness. He kept his words as steady as possible and his smile disarming. The only sign of tension was in his hands, the way they crossed over his chest almost defensively. "For now- you got a moment?"

Regardless of how Tyr answered, however, Yuri intended to speak with him. This little game of Tyr's had gone on long enough, and now seemed to be the perfect time to set things straight. Get things in order. Get rid of that look. Yuri never was a man of patience, and he often preferred to seize the moment with his own two hands on his own two feet.