It would probably take a lot at this point for Napoleon to really piss him off. He was the closest friend that Illya had. He knew how to push Illya’s buttons, but he also knew when to back down, and he knew which subjects he should never joke around about.
Illya nodded at the confirmation that Napoleon would probably bed anyone or anything. Yes, it was much more comfortable to think of it that way. Of course he would find Illya attractive. He found nearly everyone attractive.
He rolled onto his side, facing away from the bed so that he could switch the light on his side off, then settled down on the pillows. “Goodnight, drug.” Napoleon knew a fair bit of Russian and would surely recognize the word for ‘friend’.