[Yuri would also prefer Balthus not be on the receiving end of his threats, but his sleep-addled brain has different thoughts. At least Balthus seems to take no offense. He grins, and some of the guilt eases from Yuri's shoulders.]

I don't think you could give me a good night's sleep if you tried.

[He intends that exactly as suggestive as it sounds, because he is a terror.

Yuri watches in bemusement as Balthus takes off his gloves and chains to settle in. They've shared a room like this for long enough that it's not as if he misses the privacy-- but Balthus is distracting at the best of times, and that's not when he's impeding on Yuri's ill-advised work ethic. Oh well. He'll just get back up when Balthus falls asleep.]

Ten thousand, if we want everyone fed this month. Seventeen if we want to be armed.

[He levels Balthus with a look. No turns of phrase or silver tongues, just the ugly truth. He owes Balthus too much to lie to him. In this moment, even though his expression is neutral, Yuri just looks... drained.]

Bit more than even your strategic debts could fetch us, I'd reckon. But thanks anyway, friend. We'll figure it out.

[They have to figure it out.]