Yuuri arches an eyebrow sharply, because he might be the one going home with a new wardrobe, but this whole past few hours was a treat. But Viktor wouldn't be Viktor unless he pushed. More, always more. Yuuri considers it, but he takes his sweet time doing it and he knows his face is inscrutable while he's deciding.

"Of course," he finally says, because in the end, he's really bad at denying Viktor much of anything, even if he sometimes has to take the requests and mold them into something that's more to his liking. But that doesn't mean he's a push-over, "But only if you ask more nicely. Just because you've gotten your way so far today doesn't mean you get to be a brat about it," there's humor in his eyes though, just enough of a grin so that Viktor knows that he's joking.

He is also absolutely not joking.