[Aleksi lets go, watching. Yuri's a kid. Has an attitude. But he puts in an effort. He's a good kid. Aleksi's at least willing to meet some of that genuineness with a bit of work on his own part, not least of all because maybe that try hard attitude reminds him a little of his own family. So how best to communicate with a kid who doesn't even want to be on the ice in the first place—]

Now you try again, naturally.

[Looking over at one of the security cameras whose feed Aleksi knows goes to the manager on duty's office it's just important to know these things okay, he raises an arm to catch attention and ups the volume of his voice.]

Steve! Can you grab Yuri's [ipod/phone/don't you fucking having an hipster walkman son/etc] and play it over the sound system?

[And that's how very soon some music Yuri is actually familiar with and isn't hellspawn retail radio begins playing after thirty seconds or so.]

You have dance steps for this, right?