"Mm-mmm," she hummed, shaking her head and letting Illya's shirt buttons catch her hair, not minding. "He won't be home tonight."

It gave her a little thrill to know that Illya thought of where they were together most often as home; it was nice to have the reminder he cared genuinely, but it also bolstered her hope that this idiotic plan he could only tell her the worst parts of might work. It had been a somewhat shocking surprise when he'd told her he was FSB, and Sinthia could honestly admit to herself that the thought of cutting ties and running had appealed to her for half a second.

"We can make dinner, watch a film maybe. Just talk." There was a lot of talking to do, that they couldn't ignore.