Wolfram grumbled, pulling away from Yuuri's hand. "Fine," he said with a slight glare. He had been enjoying himself.

On the other hand, giving Yuuri an aneurysm this soon would be counterproductive. And his fiancé hadn't actually pried Wolfram's arm off of his waist. Which meant that Wolfram was allowed more "liberties" than he was used to already.

Mollified by that train of thought, Wolfram returned to the inch-and-a-half-of-personal-space position, and settled comfortably in.