The smugness died a bit, seeing and feeling the heat of the words. If Napoleon had any hope to keep the goodwill they had cultivated just now, he would have to deal with a little discomfort. "Fine. Take the shirt off, I'm not going to make a bigger deal about it." He knew better than to reach out and poke Illya to get his attention, so he just hoped he wasn't going to pretend to sleep at this point.
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