"Has she ever been?" Sinthia teased back, leaning up to make his task easier and humming pleasantly when their lips met, fingertips tracing the outline of Illya's cheek. "I don't remember ever being called that. Only fräulein, only by a few people." Mostly she wasn't addressed much at all, and only told where to go and what to do as if she'd simply know the commands were for her.

"And then I left Germany, and nobody called me anything anymore." It had been stunning and saddening if incredibly useful--for them--training.