Napoleon smiles at him; it is fairly perceptive and he ran with it well, but he is ultimately not surprise it didn't work for long. "Appealing to her ego was a good start, but no, in my experience, women would prefer to do the talking given the chance." It isn't a criticism. Everyone likes to talk about themselves, except perhaps for grumpy Russian spies. "It may be because they're talked over all day long." One of the easiest ways to seduce a woman, which he did often, was to be a good listener as well as handsome and charming.
"She's interested in the bodyguard which means she likes her men subordinate but still aggressive." Especially if her reaction to him chasing a man out of her apartment was to make up instead of freeze him out. He winks to Illya and adjusts his tie, already preparing in his mind the new approach to go for. She preferred Illya's tall and cold attractiveness at first glance, so it was something to take into account.
His mind is calculating but he gives his partner a sidelong amused glance. "I'm truly disappointed I didn't get to witness your escape."
It's true that of the two of them, Solo is by far the superior study of human nature. That Illya had managed as long as he had probably speaks to how often he's watched Solo do exactly what he's doing now.
"Tsch," he mutters, resisting an urge to fold his arms. "You saw enough. Where do you want me for this?" He's not necessarily compromised, but surveillance and backup might be less risky. Still, if the bodyguard gets curious again, Illya wouldn't mind being a distraction. Especially if it involved knocking him out and dragging him into a dark corner somewhere to sleep it off.
"Not enough for me," Napoleon teases. He really can't help himself. Flirting with disaster is his favorite hobby, and his stoic partner is particularly entertaining to play against. He has yet to fully push those boundaries outside of a sassy comment, but he may decide to be more suicidal some day. For now, it's all for fun.
"I'm going to need you to handle the bodyguard. We can't have another interruption, I doubt we'll get a third chance at this." She may be hungry for attention, but everyone gets their fill eventually. Napoleon is at his best when he trusts he doesn't have to look over his shoulder, and that's why he has a giant Russian to smolder at his back. There was a long time that Napoleon worked alone, and he thought he preferred it, but recent experience changed his mind. Now if he goes missing there's at least a partial chance someone will be paying attention, and it's oddly comforting.
Napoleon glances over at Illya. He only mildly considers teasing him again, but now he's onto business. "Leave him alone unless it looks like he'll come make trouble. We don't want to raise suspicions too high." Meaning don't kill him. That would be the last resort, although it was always a resort of some kind.
There are advantages and disadvantages to someone always paying attention, but now Solo is stuck with him, he may as well take advantage. If Solo goes missing, Illya will come after him.
Illya nods, glancing in the direction of the front of the building. "Will stake him out after this," he says. "No interruptions. You will have free rein to see what she will give up to you." Dry, as though Illya doesn't know their target is bursting to tell her secrets and be important in the eyes of a man. Not to mention possibly add to her stable.
"Too bad we cannot ask bodyguard questions," he adds as he pushes off the wall and starts off. "Could have useful intel. But I think he would be too distracted too. Shouldn't break cover."
Not to mention it will be far messier to leave the bodyguard alive after they've interrogated him. He might be able to ID Illya already, but he really would if they snatched him up for a private question-and-answer session.
Napoleon knew the moment that his preference shifted was when he was being tortured, and he saw Illya walking in quietly like an angel of death. He'd never known that much surprise and relief at once. He had no hope of rescue, and while he had every intention of dying before talking, it really wasn't how he wanted to go. There was no way to communicate at the time, how much he appreciated it, but then he found the watch and that symbolically seemed like enough. It was probably inevitable he'd see the giant Russian coming to the rescue again sooner or later. Napoleon does have a tendency to take more risks.
Napoleon shrugs but he does agree, if they could question the bodyguard without risking cover it might be worth it. But then again. "Maybe, but he seems more interested in her than in anything else. Letting her make it up to him indicates he cares more about the sex than the reality." He walks with Illya in that direction, but pauses when they pass a window, just so he can get a good look at his reflection and make certain everything is in place. He knows how to look perfect, but well, why not admire perfection while he can.
"Love is very foolish that way. It's also likely anything he'd tell us would be painted in feelings, poor bastard." The way Napoleon says it though gives a little away, as he knows enough about love to comment on it. "My guess is eventually he'll end up going after her husband or another lover to a fatal result." These things happen. He is satisfied with his appearance and glances over at Illya. "I've jumped out of a few windows in my time too."
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"She's interested in the bodyguard which means she likes her men subordinate but still aggressive." Especially if her reaction to him chasing a man out of her apartment was to make up instead of freeze him out. He winks to Illya and adjusts his tie, already preparing in his mind the new approach to go for. She preferred Illya's tall and cold attractiveness at first glance, so it was something to take into account.
His mind is calculating but he gives his partner a sidelong amused glance. "I'm truly disappointed I didn't get to witness your escape."
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"Tsch," he mutters, resisting an urge to fold his arms. "You saw enough. Where do you want me for this?" He's not necessarily compromised, but surveillance and backup might be less risky. Still, if the bodyguard gets curious again, Illya wouldn't mind being a distraction. Especially if it involved knocking him out and dragging him into a dark corner somewhere to sleep it off.
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"I'm going to need you to handle the bodyguard. We can't have another interruption, I doubt we'll get a third chance at this." She may be hungry for attention, but everyone gets their fill eventually. Napoleon is at his best when he trusts he doesn't have to look over his shoulder, and that's why he has a giant Russian to smolder at his back. There was a long time that Napoleon worked alone, and he thought he preferred it, but recent experience changed his mind. Now if he goes missing there's at least a partial chance someone will be paying attention, and it's oddly comforting.
Napoleon glances over at Illya. He only mildly considers teasing him again, but now he's onto business. "Leave him alone unless it looks like he'll come make trouble. We don't want to raise suspicions too high." Meaning don't kill him. That would be the last resort, although it was always a resort of some kind.
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Illya nods, glancing in the direction of the front of the building. "Will stake him out after this," he says. "No interruptions. You will have free rein to see what she will give up to you." Dry, as though Illya doesn't know their target is bursting to tell her secrets and be important in the eyes of a man. Not to mention possibly add to her stable.
"Too bad we cannot ask bodyguard questions," he adds as he pushes off the wall and starts off. "Could have useful intel. But I think he would be too distracted too. Shouldn't break cover."
Not to mention it will be far messier to leave the bodyguard alive after they've interrogated him. He might be able to ID Illya already, but he really would if they snatched him up for a private question-and-answer session.
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Napoleon knew the moment that his preference shifted was when he was being tortured, and he saw Illya walking in quietly like an angel of death. He'd never known that much surprise and relief at once. He had no hope of rescue, and while he had every intention of dying before talking, it really wasn't how he wanted to go. There was no way to communicate at the time, how much he appreciated it, but then he found the watch and that symbolically seemed like enough. It was probably inevitable he'd see the giant Russian coming to the rescue again sooner or later. Napoleon does have a tendency to take more risks.
Napoleon shrugs but he does agree, if they could question the bodyguard without risking cover it might be worth it. But then again. "Maybe, but he seems more interested in her than in anything else. Letting her make it up to him indicates he cares more about the sex than the reality." He walks with Illya in that direction, but pauses when they pass a window, just so he can get a good look at his reflection and make certain everything is in place. He knows how to look perfect, but well, why not admire perfection while he can.
"Love is very foolish that way. It's also likely anything he'd tell us would be painted in feelings, poor bastard." The way Napoleon says it though gives a little away, as he knows enough about love to comment on it. "My guess is eventually he'll end up going after her husband or another lover to a fatal result." These things happen. He is satisfied with his appearance and glances over at Illya. "I've jumped out of a few windows in my time too."