With much effort, she kept the expression on her face fixed, even while she was mentally reeling from his words. Of course. Of course. And she immediately felt so incredibly foolish, and she hated herself for it. It had been there all along, and she had missed it. Hell, Napoleon had even told her about his predilections for both sexes. Had he been trying to tell her then? The news had not bothered her in the way she sensed Napoleon had expected it to. She could not pretend to understand such desires, but him having them certainly did not change the way she felt about him. But this? This felt like something else. A deception. A betrayal? Was Illya about to tell her that their sexual relationship was still an ongoing one?
Her strength faltered slightly then, and she found that she could not look at him either. While thoughts swirled around in her head, she could not give voice to any of them. And so she said nothing more.