Sure.

[Iwai pops the top off and pours a glass for each of them, then follows Yuri into the bathroom and hands one to him, still observing him with that searching gaze. Bathrooms really tend to be a highlight of these places and this one is no exception - along with the seated showers to rinse off whatever filth they might build up between rounds, there's also a deep jacuzzi tub lit from beneath the water to give the room an otherworldly glow with the lights off.]

Didn't realize how small you were 'til now. [Oh, did Yuri think Iwai was also checking out the cool tub? No, he's just gotten the full impact of being a little over half a foot taller than Yuri now that they're barefoot/in stocking feet, and it's obvious in his expression that he enjoys it. He sets down his wine glass on the sink counter and moves closer to rest his big, broad hands on Yuri's waist, grinning down at him.]

I bet I could pick you right up and toss you onto the bed if I wanted. You like being handled rough, Yuri-chan? Want some bruises on your pretty pale skin to remember me by?