Both eyes open, Napoleon scowled. This was not how this was suppose to go. This was quickly careening into torture territory. Illya was sculpted like a Greek God. He could pretend he wasn't when he had a shirt on. But now? Now there was no chance of pretending.
"You're unbelievable." Solo closed his eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. And not even thirty seconds later, he opened his eyes and turned his head to glare at Illya. "Go sleep on the couch."