Illya followed her gaze and thought of Napoleon as well for a moment. There was something in the pit of his stomach that felt guilty. Illya wasn't lying when he said he loved Gaby and wanted to be with her, but there seemed to be a small piece that wanted to be with Solo as well. What he had with Gaby was amazing, but what he had with Solo was also amazing, just different. He had no idea how to reconcile the two of those opinions.
Once the door was open, he led Gaby into his state room. Illya took his chance, hoping that Gaby wouldn't mind him making a more decisive move on her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her in close to him, this time kissing her with more abandon than they had on the beach. His tongue prodded at her lips, hoping that she would allow him entrance.