[ Yuri remained where he was until Byleth made his decision. The silence that spread between them made it evident that he was deliberating, and he wasn't going to press the issue if the offer was declined. It was Byleth's call, difficult as it was to watch him struggle with getting his hair under control. This didn't strike him as anything that Byleth was accustomed to, for that matter.

When at last the answer did come, Yuri found himslef surprised. Byleth may have welcomed him into his temporary home, but that didn't mean he trusted him on any personal level — Yuri would've found it peculiar if he did. Then again, he'd think the same with anyone. ]

One would hope not.

[ He strolled his way over to the couch, casual air belying his caution. Much of the time, he hardly touched Byleth, and that seemed to suit them best. They were allies, but they had hardly interacted with each other previous to this, after all.

Perching himself on the arm of the couch, Yuri procured one of his knives from his jacket and offered it to Byleth for inspection, handle first. ]

I don't doubt you sharpen that dagger, but I'd wager my knives have a finer edge. If your hair's as resistant as it looks, I expect it'll come down to the approach.

[ The way he'd been sawing at his hair, Yuri suspected Byleth could be making matters worse for himself, to say nothing of how that might hurt. ]