He's unsure what the cards are for, the gesture. He doubts something is planted in them, or that they're enchanted, they wouldn't get through, and what does this man have against him? Is it some sort of peace offering, perhaps to calm him in his presence, get him buttered up, to talk? Or is it a passive aggressive statement. Something about the way this other man looks doesn't make it seem like just a gift. Though-

He quite likes how this man looks. Gorgeous, impressive, well kept- he feels a slight shiver run down his spin as his eyes run up him, over him. He'll stay on his cot though, for now, won't go to his 'gift', merely eyes the dropbox for a moment before staring at his visitor again, drinking him in.

It's normal for the mind to compare strangers you meet to those you're familiar with, and though this man doesn't look much like Illumi, he's who comes to mind. Impressive- and- there's a look about him. Something similar to how his 'friend' can look at times... The eyes of someone persistent, someone who knows exactly what they want, exactly what to believe in... Though on that note, there's- something very different between this man and Illumi.

"Hm- Thank you, and yes, I remember, how good of you to keep your promise, I'd say we're off to a good start, wouldn't you?" Said with a pleased, calm tone, and he'll lean forward and finally move to get off his cot. No heels, but he walks with the grace of someone quite experienced with them, and not cards move as he steps closer to the glass. Hips cock, a hand gripping at one side of them. Not once do his eyes leave Yuri, almost unblinkingly so. Slim, content to soak him in throughout every second.

"I regret meeting you here, you'll have to excuse my untidy appearance."