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Sep. 30th, 2015 04:05 pmNapoleon smiled at the bartender, nodding his head in thanks before picking up his drink and turning towards the woman next to him. "So tell me, Gaby, what do you tend to do when we aren't running around on some new mission?" He asked quietly, taking a sip of his drink before sliding hers closer to her. "On me." He said, winking as he smiled warmly, leaning closer to her. "Surely you don't spend all your free time in a garage working on cars."
He laughed, getting more comfortable before noticing the other agent in their little trio come in. He raised an eyebrow slowly, watching Illya for a long moment before his eyes scanned the bar, just in case he needed another distraction. Gaby would likely try to get Illya to come sit with them and, well, he was certain she had noticed that he was going what he could to avoid the Russian, not that he had told her why. "You should come to America sometime with me." He said, loudly enough for Illya to hear as he did approach. "I could show you my home. I think you would enjoy it."
An eyebrow twitched up as he spoke, taking another sip of his drink as he leaned closer to her, hoping that she would continue the conversation. He had taken notice that any time he seemed to flirt or talk to anyone really that might be interested in him, Illya would immediately pay attention and seemed to get upset. So he was testing the theory and in the meantime he might end up with someone in his bed for the evening.
He laughed, getting more comfortable before noticing the other agent in their little trio come in. He raised an eyebrow slowly, watching Illya for a long moment before his eyes scanned the bar, just in case he needed another distraction. Gaby would likely try to get Illya to come sit with them and, well, he was certain she had noticed that he was going what he could to avoid the Russian, not that he had told her why. "You should come to America sometime with me." He said, loudly enough for Illya to hear as he did approach. "I could show you my home. I think you would enjoy it."
An eyebrow twitched up as he spoke, taking another sip of his drink as he leaned closer to her, hoping that she would continue the conversation. He had taken notice that any time he seemed to flirt or talk to anyone really that might be interested in him, Illya would immediately pay attention and seemed to get upset. So he was testing the theory and in the meantime he might end up with someone in his bed for the evening.
