"I can guess what sort of exercise you have in mind and it does not involve jogging," Illya said with a laugh. He swiped a French fry from Solo's plate and dipped it in the remains of his gravy before popping it in his mouth. A drop of gravy escaped to his thumb and he didn't hesitate to put the digit in his mouth and suck it off slowly, making eye contact with his American counterpart the whole time. Gauging Solo's reaction. The American was not the only one who could be a tease.