The cab drives across Paris slowly in the snow. "Where would you like to go for Christmas?" Ivan asks as he puts his arm around Victoria's shoulders.
"I'd like to be at home for Christmas. I sort of already invited the team to spend Christmas with me." Victoria says sheepishly. "You're welcome to come, of course. You are part of the team."
"That's fine by me, but I was rather hoping that I was more than just a member of the team." Ivan says sulkily.
"Of course you are, but if anyone asks, the official reason you're at my house for Christmas is because you're a part of the team. That makes us less conspicuous together." Victoria says teasing him.
"Someone will figure out what we are to each other. They already know what we were to each other before. What do we do when they do figure it out?" Ivan asks. He likes to plan ahead.
"Of course someone will figure it out. We're former spies. We're meant to ferret out secrets. We'll admit it when someone calls us on it, but I'd like to try to keep it a secret for a while." Victoria says as the cab comes to a stop. Victoria and Ivan climb out of the cab and head up to the room.