"Mm." He manages, a complete acknowledgement, at least for a moment. He drifts a bit, still not really headed for sleep, but content to just exist for a few moments, without any of the complicated rest of it-- which is a small miracle in and of itself, though not a terribly unusual one for the two of them. He does finally come back down to earth a bit, and chuckles at the tickle of the ends of the scarf,

"You've been working so hard and it's only going to get worse," there's no reason to deny it or shy away from it-- both of them are used to hard work and difficult training regimens, after all. He stretches, makes a little contented noise as he settles back down, "You deserved it."

There's a moment of silence where he just let's that sit. There's not been a lot of that kind of play between them, not a lot of punishment or rewards or praise, mostly just because Yuuri is usually ridiculously full of praise for Viktor and there's not much Viktor ever does that really warrants punishment. But the words sit warm and true in the air and Yuuri decides immediately that he likes it. His lips curve into a little smile,

"Though, with all those new clothes... You'll be helping me get dressed for a while. I don't know how to really wear any of that." It's another gift, sort of, sly, but it's also not really a question, either.