( Yuri just nods, before rising to his feet so that he can properly close and lock the door. It isn't usual for the Seer's quarters to be closed — she makes a point of always being available to those who need help in matters they can't bring to the Goddess — but every now and then, when Yuri as a lot of money riding on a tryst and he loses a bickering match with Balthus ... )

You nobles and your customs.

( He sighs, but there's amusement sparkling in his eyes as he approaches the table again. There's a bed tucked against the other side of the room, plush with mismatched pillows and gauzy drapery that some people might find inviting. In Yuri's opinion, it's a bit much, but then his own bed is a comfortable nest of Balthus's cast-offs and worn, threadbare blankets.

He isn't really in any position to be criticising someone else's sleeping space. )

Anyway, luckily for you? Boasters don't really do it for me.

( He teases, extending a palm for Dimitri to take so that he can help him to his feet. Yuri might be older but the prince is already a good few inches taller than him — something the omega in him silently appreciates as he moves to unfasten the front of his uniform. Beneath it, Yuri wears a thin ivory shirt tucked into the high waist of his pants; it's a little sheer in the low light, and pink nipples are just visible beneath the fabric as he tosses the dark outer layer to the floor. )

Why don't you take a seat on the bed, hm?

( A hand lifts to cup Dimitri's cheek with an easy smirk. )

And I'll show you what you're getting yourself into.

( Ba-dun-tshhh. )