"Luxurious is not always wise," He murmurs, chuckles a bit in response to that teasing, because it's true. Luxury in this case would bring unwanted attention and certainly Russia would not want that.His gaze follow that little tilt, meander just so before settling on familiar purple eyes. He nods, just a bit.

"By your leave, then," A flash of a smile, like quicksilver in the dim light, and Russia waits for a direction other than faintly southeast to walk in.