"Hm?" He says, half-distracted un-rolling his sleeves and making sure his jacket is straight. When Luke's statement catches up with him, he grimaces, biting back the immediate retort that comes to mind: Your father wouldn't say so.

Though he had certainly tried to appeal to Yuri's better nature, just before he'd killed him.

Mouth set in an neutral line, he looks back at Luke, jerking his remaining sleeve down and buttoning it with brisk annoyance. "Just keep what I told you in mind." Dammit, he had to have something more than that. He'd killed this kid's father; he didn't have any business making nice with him. He should have left him alone to start. Now... now he would have to figure something out. Later, though. For now, he gave Luke a curt nod, and used his longer stride to out-distance him back to the compound.