He led the way back to his flat, thankful that it wasn't too far away. He smiled back at him, winking playfully as he unlocked the door and led Illya inside. Surprisingly enough, even for being known as a thief and his reputation for enjoying opulence, Napoleon's flat was actually not very flashy. The furniture was nice, but not over the top, meant for comfort over looks.

The place was neat, with very few personal effects. A handful of art, but nothing high end. He turned once the door was shut, pulling Illya in and pressing their lips together.