"Oh! How do you mean? Stunning? Sexy? Like your fiance is the luckiest man on Earth and could just eat you up?"

Viktor is being both silly and serious, nuzzling another kiss against Yuuri's temple. Then turns him so they can both study the mirror again. He sees what Yuuri means. Standing together like this, there's a sense of... coordination, something they usually have when they're moving. Skating, or dancing.

Seeing it standing still is a bit dizzying. Even for Viktor.

"Clothes are clothes. They can say as much as you want, or as little."

The kiss this time is longer. Reassuring.

"And I love what they're saying here..."