Illya snorted at his 'lover' comment. No argument there. His gaze turned back to the ceiling, and he couldn't stop the smile that curled on his face.
"Maybe so. So often I wish to punch you but do not get a chance. This way I can get it out of my system." This was nice, having a playful conversation. Illya was so unused to having friends, to trusting people, that it was difficult for him to let his guard down and just be close with someone else.