Illya startled slightly. He was busy checking discreetly on the mark's bodyguard when Napoloen's voice got his attention. He looked up from his drink with a furrowed brow and put it down a moment later.

"Not sure if I am very interested in public shows." He murmured as he followed Solo into the dance floor, shoulders stiff but trying to relax as quickly as he could. As always, it was not an easy feat.

"We got what we needed." The voice was low, enough that only Napoleon could hear it. "I know we can't just leave or it would look suspicious but do we really have to stay for that?" People dancing he could take. Stripping? Not so much. "It's degrading."