Frustrated that he hadn't been able to get out of the hold on his own, he got back onto his feet after Illya released him from his hold. Shaking his arms out and then nodding as he listened closely for the Russian's instructions, his gaze was starting to get a little intense as he reached for Illya's side, gripping him how it had been indicated.
Moving his leg smoothly between Illya's legs, he pushed the other man off balance as he tightened his thighs and squeezed Illya's trapped leg and shifted his foot to where it needed to be to place the lock. Throwing the other man down onto the mat, he moved his arms so he was pinning down Illya's chest.
His face went from intense to delighted, as his face lit up at his small victory. Sure, Illya let it happen, but he was still taking it. "How'd I do?" He asked, not realizing how close the distance between their faces was.