Yuuri actually doesn't know that they don't sell shoes here, so it's weirdly appropriate, that he just kind of takes this as his due in the moment, doesn't question whatever alchemy Viktor has worked to get them here.

"Of course," he sits down and, to his credit, he doesn't even glance at the growing pile of clothing, or ask about the price tag on the shoes. So long as he keeps liking what Viktor is bringing him, he seems like he's going to let Viktor spoil him as much as he's inclined to. Instead, he locks eyes with Viktor, letting him deal with the laces on his current, markedly more ratty sneakers.