It was subtle, but he glanced back over his shoulder to sight the top of her head hair. The every-present goggles were snuggly seated within the crimson tresses, and he found it somewhat relaxing to fixate his gaze on it even if this line of questioning was dangerous. Pulling his gaze away a moment later, he instead fixated his attention down to her caressing fingers.

"My father is a recovering alcoholic who has yet to truly overcome his addiction," Yuri simply said. He wasn't lying, in that aspect, but the Judge knew that he had also spent decades hiding everything to himself. The thought of allowing others to see such weakness, especially the man who'd sired him, was unsettling at best.