"You can buy the bed," Victor agreed, smirking a little playfully and tilting his head thoughtfully. His hair flopped a little as he did, accentuating the movement and calling attention to him. "You can buy the bed if you agree to sleep here tonight, in my bed. I promise I'll behave and sleep in clothes, too! It's a big bed and warm. The floor even has a soft rug. What do you say, Yuri?"
When he said Yuri's name, he drew it out and elongated the vowel sound intentionally, giving Yuri that heart shaped smile. He was playing all of his cards, but just to sweeten the deal he added softly, "Makkachin will even sleep between us if that makes you more comfortable, though I won't lie to you and say I wouldn't miss having you near me." His blue eyes shined as he looked back over at Yuri, hopeful, waiting with an anxious breath to hear his response. Victor was sure if Yuri slept in his bed even one night, he wouldn't want to leave. He hoped, at least.