Sinthia gladly let Illya spoon up to her, eyes falling shut as she got comfortable between him and Solo, her head tucked onto the brunet's shoulder. It was nice, surprisingly so for someone who'd never been that kind of adventurous in bed before, being secure in a warm cradle between two other bodies. "Thank you too," she murmured in reply, reaching back for his hand, dragging Illya's arm across her waist.

"I liked this. And Solo," she whispered, smiling. "Would you want to keep seeing him?"