There's no way he's going anywhere other than Victor's arms if he can help it. He's back to kind of being a soft kind of awed, but it's so much more relaxed now. His body moves with Victor's, all dancer's grace even with as tired as he is. He's never danced much partnered, nor has he done a whole lot of pairs skating, but he's probably watched Victor move more than any other person, figuring out how to move with him is easy, now that he doesn't feel like he's about to shake out of his skin from nerves.

"I'm not always good at thinking up questions, but I..." he flushes, looks down, "I want to know more about you, too," he looks back up, a little grin on his face, "You sound so pretty when you talk in Russian," since of course he'd ordered the food that way a second ago, "But you almost never do in interviews, even the ones in Russia." It's not a question, exactly, but it does serve to move them more towards conversation.