Sinthia only smiled at the laughing question, shoulders shifting when Illya found a ticklish spot on her shoulder as the translucent dyed silk slipped away; once the neck had come undone the rest of the top followed easily, leaving her arms caught in the fabric as she sighed into Solo's kisses, opening up to him with a soft breath of a sigh.

"It's rude to impose on a guest," she murmured, for a second leaning back against Illya, leaving the decision up to the boys.