Alexandre ...

( Yuri turns the name over on his tongue thoughtfully, as though considering whether or not it's up to some kind of imagined standard. Dimitri is in luck: )

Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Alexandre. I'm Yuri.

( Not that the guy doesn't know as much — he sought out his dressing room specifically to bring him a gift, after all — but it's only polite to at least stick to some form of scripted small-talk. Besides, the guy's handsome exterior is already melting away into something kind of precious, and Yuri can't help but let him sweat for a moment before offering him a silvery little chuckle. )

And believe me, friend, I've had much more awkward encounters than this. Some flowers and a shower of compliments is positively tame.

( A beat of easy silence fills the space between them as Yuri turns back to the mirror, where he resumes powdering his face and the front of his throat. )

Will you be staying for the second half? Sometimes people slip out in the interval to do something else with the rest of their evening, but ...

( He glances towards the flowers, then back to Dimitri with a pretty little smirk. )

I'd hope to have your attention for the rest of it.