At his protestation of love, Gaby threw her head back dramatically and heaved a sigh, her hand releasing the necklace. When she turned her head back toward Illya, her eyes met his pleading ones and her heart fluttered in her chest the way that it had a thousand times before when he looked at her in that desperate sort of way. Sometimes it was out of lust and desire, other times worry, like after the fighting in Atlantis. But as she looked up at him now, she could see the panic there, and it gave her pause. In fact, it might have even frightened her a little. This was not a side of him that she had seen before.
"All right." Her voice had lost a great deal of its hardness. "You've told me. That cat's out of the bag." She crossed her arms back over her chest, though this time it was more of a defensive posture than an aggressive one. "So where does that leave you and Napoleon? Because you say you want to be with me. And even if I believed that, you've also told me you both have feelings for one another, too."