"You never mentioned them to me before." Illya knew that Napoleon wasn't all happy and that he was probably asking like a dog with a bone but he was curious. Perhaps Napoleon visited that sort of establishments for fun and not just for missions where he had too....He shook his head and stopped his own train of thought. There was no good answer to that question, both made him angry, jealous or both.

He blinked at the change in attitude and nodded immediately. Time to be professionals. And if he happened to enjoy itself a little, well, no one needed to know.

"Sorry, handsome. " He moved closer to Napoleon, letting go of his hand to wraps an arm around his shoulders and murmur into his ear. To the other people, they gave the impression of a casual friendly pair.

"To your left, the tall man with the mustache and the tattoo on his wrist. Our mark's bodyguard, the other can't be far away."