Napoleon looked at the brimming tub, amazed something so large could be contained somewhere so small. He wondered why his partner hadn't resurfaced when he'd entered; used to be Illya would pull a gun on him, dripping wet and wearing a towel, him still re-arming the alarm. Only knowing Illya's ways kept him from worrying much, when his watch went to three minutes. He could see his partner. Small bubbles escaped his nostrils. Just a normal bath, for Illya.

Illya surged up through the surface and stood, a single fluid motion, his blue eyes on Napoleon.

"Pass me a towel."