Confident his words had preyed on the vanity of his captor enough to distract her; he was about to overpower her when she pulled a gun on him.
"Back to your cell, and I want no more comments from you on how I look. I'll not stand for it. Now put your hands on your head where I can see them."
She pushed him along with the gun against his back, and after shoving him inside, she wrapped a heavy chain around the door handle, padlocking it tight.
"Do not forget about those creams," Illya called out with a snicker.