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Illya Kuryakin (redperilous) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

It was a simple move, but Illya found himself sort of transfixed at the way Napoleon brushed his hair back. Perhaps he was simply intrigued by the curls of his hair. They never made an appearance during the daytime.

"Do not wish to get your pretty hands dirty, Cowboy?" he teased, though he was pleased to hear the American call him a better fighter. "Come, I can teach you and you can improve. Learn Sambo."

When he mentioned sleeping with Natasha though, Illya rolled his eyes. He wanted to ask if there was anyone on the ship that Solo hadn't slept with yet, but he held his tongue. "Miss Romanoff is interesting woman." She was one that he wanted to speak more with, to hear about what exactly had happened to her. He wondered if they would ever get close enough for her to tell him her story.