"No," he says, with a laugh, but he takes the suit and falls into step with Viktor, which is a good sign that he's actually okay with going out there.

Yuuri's blushing madly about getting ushered out, about how much they're spending, about how obvious it is that it's Viktor spending it on him, but there's a bit of mischief in his grin, too, and Viktor can recognize the expression from the club. It's the expression he gets when his brain has a moment where it accepts that Viktor is his. It's depressingly fleeting, but it's always incandescent when it's there. Everyone else here sees this one way and they know it's the other and Yuuri wonders if he's ever, ever going to get tired of that.