“This ‘dumb cow’ is older than you,” Viktor says. Yuuri is having a hard time following. He leans into Viktor’s hand on his chin, and Viktor smiles at him again. “And he has such pretty eyes.”
“Cows always have pretty eyes,” Yuri huffs. “Now are we going to take care of him or what?”
“Patience. I’m the one training you on the venerable art of animal husbandry. Now, grab the sponge.”