Yuri watches Guy's face--one second, two, three seconds, eyes narrowing with focus--and then breaks the moment, loudly tapping the clipboard against the desk like he's straightening a stack of papers, easy smile back in place as he straightens himself up, too. "I guess it's my turn, huh?" If Guy's looking, now--and frankly Yuri doesn't care if it he is--he'll catch one more focused sweep, something quiet and almost proprietary in his eyes.

He really wants to blow this room, already. Just the thought of the lab coats looking them over makes his shoulders tighten. He can't help but shoot the glass a dark look, even if they dock him on his anti-authoritarian temperament. Again.

But just as easily, he meets Guy's eyes again, casual. "I should probably avoid giving the same answer I gave earlier," hid voice is deliberately sly.