His mind remained partially focused on the cloth that worked its way over his flesh. His body was slowly having the blood removed from his skin, and he didn't miss the change in cloth each time it happened. Yuri hadn't dared to look down, knowing that he wouldn't like the sight, and so he simply allowed her to continue her work despite their conversation.

There was a subtle grunt in reply to her smirk and the words. Yet his body froze at the mention of the possibility of his father discovering that he had been injured. That was something he didn't want to come out, and with a sharp gaze, he forced himself not to grit his teeth in displeasure. "Do whatever you wish."