The need for pretense is great in the world he comes from. He was never afforded the luxury of simply being himself, wearing judge, jury, and executioner on his sleeve and out in the open. If he'd done that, he'd never have been able to accomplish what he'd set out to do, which isn't necessarily killing, but rather, making his home a more peaceful place in which to live. Safer...

Of course, if you want something funny to laugh at...that would be as good a thing as any. Considering what Yuri's tattoo actually reads hidden beneath the tailored sleeve of his suit jacket. Criminal. How wretched. To have fallen so far, to be branded the same as the filth the other side of the glass, raking that tongue along the edge of a card, and Yuri finds himself idly hoping the man cuts himself. But Hisoka would probably enjoy that, wouldn't he?

Pity.

Though his eyes are absorbing every detail of every gesture, he replies impassively, "I don't deal in excess. That is to say, what I have to offer is...assistance in repairing your public image. No more, no less."