Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri or Alice. I just like writing about them.
Yuri stands with both hands on his hips, looking at the flame which propels them into the sky.
"If I turned into Inferno, we'd be above the clouds in no time."
"If you were Inferno, you'd set the balloon on fire," Alice tells him, gently tugging on his hand to distract him from dangerous ideas. "Besides, we're not in any hurry. Look," and she points to the trees that are growing smaller and smaller.
Yuri looks over the edge of the basket, while at the same time his arm wraps around Alice's waist. His grip is firm and makes her wonder if he's scared of heights. It seems silly for a man who has fought on the edges of earth's atmosphere, but then again, it's hard to appreciate how high you are when a false god is trying to kill you. Besides, she thinks, he is probably more scared for her; he has the wings of his demons, she does not.
"I could turn into the seraph," Yuri says, "and we'd glide down. I bet you'd like that."
She rolls her eyes. Apparently he's not afraid at all. "The wind would get in our eyes," she sensibly points out, "and then how we would enjoy the view?"
Yuri harrumphs. Probably bemoaning the lost chance to grope her, Alice thinks; she's flown in the arms of his fusions before, when they needed to escape monsters, and his hands always linger in places they don't belong.
"Still," and the wheedling tone in Yuri's voice tells Alice clearly that his suggestion won't be anything she'd ever agree to while in her right mind, and his persistence tells her it would be better to simply ignore him and let him exhaust himself rather than argue. The hot air balloon's ascent slows, then stops, as the trees turn into little more than dark green dots. She studies the town in the distance and the mountains even farther away.
"--don't know why you wanted to do this in the first place, it's so boring--"
At this, she sighs and rests her head against Yuri's shoulder. They really are complete opposites. For her this is the perfect moment to relax, but Yuri apparently cannot stand being confined to a box. She supposes she should have known better, since Yuri rarely stands still, and even when he does he keeps moving, arms waving, muscles shifting, face experimenting with dozens of subtle changes in expression.
He continues his rant until she pokes him in the side with her finger--not hard but firmly enough to tell him it's time to stop. He grumbles something under his breath but falls silent and Alice enjoys the moment: his warmth seeping into her skin, their fingers intertwining, the soft kiss he presses to the top of her head.
Yuri, of course, is the one to break the silence, though this time he doesn't disrupt the peaceful calm. "I guess the view is better," he says softly, "when the wind's not whipping in your eyes."