"I will hold you to that." As Gaby looked up at him, her expression matched the sternness of her voice, and she hoped that Illya was as earnest in his resolve as she was in hers.
Her demeanor softened when he pressed the kiss to her forehead, and she rewarded him with a small half-smile. "Well, Illya, if you have nothing else to confess, I could use some sleep."