IK: Sometime you must tell me what it's like romancing a woman who would kill you without a qualm if Thrush ordered it.

NS: It adds spice Illya. Besides I fancy myself that she might have a few qualms.

***

IK: She seems happy. Who is dead?

NS: Now don't be unkind Illya. Any woman who gives a man a flower can't be all bad.

IK: (Notices the deadly spider coming from the flower and knocks it to the ground killing it.) An extremely dangerous specimen. One of Angeliques' relatives perhaps?