They had certainly never talked about any of that before. About how it was the reason it had taken Gaby some time to warm up to Illya. But watching him fumble through the architecture history lesson and feeling him tremble with rage beneath her hand while those men removed him of his father's watch had somehow endeared him to her. And when she pinned him to the floor of their hotel room during their wrestling match, she had felt an unmistakable spark ignite between the two of them. And it had never really gone out. She could feel it burning sometimes in the way that he looked at her, like the way he was looking at her now. But they never acted on it. From the moment Waverly uttered their new codename, U.N.C.L.E., they had both seemingly pretended as if they hadn't almost given in to their mutual attraction. Sometimes it felt like they had come close. With Illya laying the compliments on thick, Gaby prepared herself for another one of those times.
She rolled her eyes playfully, still smiling, and leaned into his touch slightly. "I remember. My bones are good, right?" As if he needed the reminder of the last time their conversation had taken this kind of turn. She stopped kidding when he cleared his throat. She could tell he was working his way up to something. "I know you do, Illya. The feeling is mutual, but I think you know that, too."