Boris smirks playfully, turning onto his side to face Yuriy. “They all still sound rather dangerous, Yura.” Boris’ eyes flicker down Yuriy’s face, chest then back to the red-head’s eyes. “You most of all… But I bet you’re the most fun.”
That wolfish little grin reappears and Yuriy reaches out, gently tugging at one of Boris’ side locks. “You know know I’m the most fun. More than likely the most dangerous, too. I’d be able to keep you on your toes at least, Borya.”