"I've had a long time to get there," she said, not going any further into that very tedious explanation; she'd known exactly how restrictive the Vor were, and even if she couldn't explain it that way the knowledge that Illya had had to hide a good half of what he found attractive or pleasant was still there for Sinthia.

She had her own issues that way, though thankfully her work didn't demand she gush overmuch about the things she valued. Napoleon's words did still make her smile; it was nice to be considered attractive. "I understand why you let people call you Solo," she murmured, half-amused at the name.