I don't think we've known each other long enough for a proposal, Yuri. [Amusement glints in his eye as he glances up at her, picking up his coffee cup and cradling it in his hands. The warmth seeps through to his fingers. It's not cold -- it's June -- but the feeling is still welcome, the faint heat still helping to settle the turmoil that's dragging at his heart.]

Ask me if you find a very nice reliquary. I'm high-maintenance.

[Which is not quite as much of a lie as Yuri's comment, although, at least, Hakkai does most of his maintenance all on his own.

He glances down at the coffee, and lifts it, sipping very carefully. It's still a little too hot to drink.]

But what an unpleasant fate. I suppose these Heavens are still better than some things.