Viktor beams at the associate. Bright enough to dazzle. She stumbles to a halt. Stunned. Unblinking.

"We'll call if we need help!"

Before the woman can recover, Viktor swings them both into one of the private dressing rooms. With a door that locks. Another perk of this store. The space is huge, accented in dark wood and a full length mirror. There's a smaller partition, for actually changing in.

"There!"

He presses a long kiss to Yuuri's cheek. Viktor hasn't seen him struggle like this in a long time. It's not something he even has to do... and Yuuri's fighting for it anyway. It's - Viktor doesn't quite have the words, but his tone now is warm and appreciative.

"Just us, zolotse."