[ Yuri supposes that Dimitri is entitled to some sort of explanation. In his effort not to burden the man with too much, it's possible he has said too little.

Puffing out a tense breath, he drags his other hand down, despite his face feeling too warm still yet. His line of sight drifts to his tea and settles there. ]

Someone whose opinion I value. [ For want of something to do with his hands, he links his fingers, denying himself any pensive fidgeting. ] Someone I know to be honest and sincere.

[ More words crowd his mind, but those come easiest. And Dimitri is royalty, but Yuri can safely say he wouldn't give a fig about what Emperor Edelgard thought of him as a person... ]

I've spent much of my life surrounded by people who'd tell me all manner of pretty things because they wanted something from me. Hell, often enough they wanted me — or rather, whatever I represented or replaced in their eyes.

[ But he thinks... Dimitri actually looks at him. Dimitri looks at him and thinks he deserves something genuine from someone? ]