Yuri found his brows knitting together at her remark. He didn't say anything in return, but found the insult to be weighing heavily on his mind. The Judge liked to think that he was rather perceptive when it came to most things, and the thought that she'd call him dense didn't sit well with him. In fact, it was almost like slander, and had it been anyone else calling him as such, he wouldn't have hesitated in bestowing them with legal action.

He didn't miss the fact that she'd left everything there for him to deal with. It was typical, really, but the Judge would do it without complaint. Yet as he moved to push himself up to stand, he winced slightly as the muscles around his wound twinged uncomfortably.

"I can take care of it myself," he muttered. Whether or not he could do it without causing a mess was uncertain, but the Judge at least would keep his self-respect.