"Krasivaya (beautiful)" breathed Illya Kuryakin, with obvious lust.
Napoleon looked to his partner, surprised by the man's unusual public show of emotion. Following Illya's sightline, he smiled when he saw what had prompted the outburst.
"It isn't like you to drool over a pretty girl, Tovarisch."
Illya tore his gaze away from the stunning blonde, whose clothing left little to the imagination.
"She is not a pretty girl," he replied. "She is an exceptionally beautiful woman."
"It's still unlike you."
"I may not be as overt with my appreciation of women as you," Illya stated. "But I am not dead."