Gee, Illya -- hint, hint, wink, wink, nudge, whack over the head.

I like the idea of Illya sneaking out, spy-like, for a tryst, loving the thrill of it with a nature that just feels so like him. And I don't have to tell you the affect the anon scene had on me. Needless to say, the windows are steaming up in here. ;-)

And five more Sundays to go! *rubs hands gleefully*