"You don't seem much for volunteering the information. Didn't think you'd want to tell me anything." He smoothed his hands down Illya's shirt, swallowing hard before finally looking up at him, locking eyes.

"You may not believe me, Illya, but you aren't just my partner. You're my friend." He withdrew his hands then, turning to go to the door. "Come on. There should be a car waiting for us."