She wondered if Yuri had considered that sort of remedy to the problem that may reoccur. No doubt he would do what was right rather than what was easy, but this was also an opportunity to mend so many old wounds. Of course, the Judge would have to stop holding everything tight to the chest in order to achieve anything close to that with his dead father.

She felt the way his shoulder muscles moved as he turned his head, and she tipped her cheek to peer back at him. It was an offer she would only make once, and if he rejected it, she would keep to her own privacy. She had invaded his enough to know it was generally unappreciated, even though it tended to work out in her favour.

There was a strange twist of pleasure in her stomach when he didn't refuse, and she gave him a gentle squeeze around the waist in reply. "For you, my door is always open, Yuri."