Illya gave him a smirking look. “My face does not look like this.” Really? He could not control what his face looked like. It wasn’t like he wanted to walk around smiling like an idiot everywhere.
He would have given Napoleon more grief about his final comment if he hadn’t brought that response upon himself. Somehow, he was getting more used to being the subject of the other man’s flirting. “I think you would sleep with the wall if you found it attractive.”
It was relatively easy to rationalize Solo finding him attractive so long as he didn’t think about the other man having any sort of romantic feelings for him. Those were two separate things. Surely he didn’t feel that way anyway?