Victor had a fake, shocked expression on his face when Yuri called him out, pointing to his chest awkwardly as if to say, "who me?" He did fall silent, though, as Yuri spoke, letting Makka explore her surroundings for a few moments in silence. Until Yuri said it felt like a dream. Oh, he knew he might regret his choice later, but he couldn't ignore this opportunity.
He took two steps closer to Yuri, then his arms draped around him from behind. He leaned into Yuri's ear, whispering with a purr to his voice that only Victor could achieve. "All you have to do is ask, Yuri, and your dreams could come true, you know. I'm right here and you've already won me over. I hope it's a good dream." His blue eyes darkened at the thought of the promise that his words held, and he tried to conceal just how much Yuri effected him just now. Well, not just now. In general. Because Yuri was his, and even this adorable version was willing to kiss him on his own. Victor wondered just how different things could have been, how much sooner he could have been with Yuri, if he'd only realized back then that Yuri didn't remember their evening at the banquet.