And so he was. His face was screwed up with confusion. Obviously if he brought dates back it meant that he couldn’t sleep in the bed, which meant that Napoleon was-
Woah. Realization suddenly hit him. Was he saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in this bed if Illya kept his shirt off? The implications of that for him took him to a place that he didn’t particularly want to go because he would rather not think about them.
Illya found it kind of ridiculous though. He tried to appeal to whatever practicality the other man had. “But I am hot,” he protested.