[ Sleipnir's eyes alight at the other's reaction- he hadn't expected it, but the surprise is an entertaining one. As the man waves at his own form Sleipnir's eyebrows raise and he cranes his head to, not exactly ogle the fellow, but does assess what the other is working with.

He swallows another bite before further commenting. ]

Is it your aim to be a willowy waif? You hardly have enough muscle to get by as-is.

[ He touches the fork to his lips considering. Had the other meant 'aim' as in his plans or 'aim' as in honed accuracy. Ah, well, he'll take a stab at it. ]

Would muscle not serve you by way of distance thrown? Certainly better than being brittle.

[ If it makes Yuri feel better Sleipnir does look genuinely curious, rather than any malicious teasing. ]