All he can do is keep offering a hand until Yuri takes it –

– but that doesn't mean that, occasionally, that hand isn't hauling Yuri towards him by the back of his shirt. "Yes!"

Everything about him is pleasant. Voice, smile, attitude: he doesn't want to give Yuri even the smallest reason not to agree.

He doesn't even come past the threshold, only stands in the doorway. "So get dressed, and meet me downstairs. Don't worry about going for your run: let's take a break, this morning."

That might be part of it. Yuri's been working himself to the bone: first, to lose the weight he'd put on over the last season, finishing school and avoiding competition while Victor had been tearing through another season's worth of practice and performance; then, to beat Yurio and win the chance at having his wish granted. And now, to perfect that program, and get to competition-level skill and shape.

Maybe they could both use a morning off.

But that doesn't mean he's entirely off the hook.

Pleasant, but firm: "You have five minutes."

Before he turns to head back down the hallway, and makes for the main dining space, his mind half on whether he'd managed to motivate Yuri (the squeaked O-o-o-okay seems to suggest he had, at least, won this walk), and half on whether he might be able to charm some of those fish and rice triangles from Yuri's mother while he waits for her son, the Sleeping Beauty, to join him.

Well, he's had one win this morning: may was well try for two.