The associates are also not pushy. Keeping a distance until their eyes are caught. They don't need to hover. Either someone has the money and interest... or they don't.

Viktor's already sorting through scarves. It does not seem like he could possibly need any more, but the patterns are irresistible. Beaming, he holds one up for Yuuri's inspection.

"What do you think of this one? Or - oh!"

He finds a cashmere in deep blue. Draping it around Yuuri's neck, trying out a few different knots. Playing, because he can, because he's not completely unaware of the discomfort. Being ridiculous is usually good for a smile. Even a quick one. (Though it does look stunning... ah well.)

"Definitely your color!"