Suddenly Napoleon Solo grabbed his partner and pushed him against the wall, giving him a loving embrace. He kissed him more than passionately, causing the two men who were strolling about to sneer crudely.
"Hey, buddy! You got your blond chick, lucky guy!"
Solo waved an impatient hand. The two men went away snickering.
But Napoleon didn't release his hold.
But he didn't break off the kiss, pressing his lips against his partner's, insistently, forcing them to give way, savoring the moment, enjoying every second until Illya would push him away and punch him... at the very least.
And... no.