When she felt Illya come up behind her, Sinthia felt a frission of panic race up her spine at the notion of being trapped, but it only translated into goosebumps over her shoulders and biceps; she slid back onto her heels when the two men came together in a kiss, unable to watch it but very able to feel both bodies touching her and hear the rustle of fabrics against each other.

She couldn't help a little laugh when they both turned to kiss her at the same time and ended up each being a little sideways of the mark, and she turned her head to Illya first. For Solo she moved her hand up his chest, pausing at each button of his shirt until she slid them under the lapel of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and leaving a little separation between his neck and his shirt collar, just enough for a light kiss.