-casually nuzzles his leg because damnit Illya you're too tall for noodle snuggles-
"You need to learn to climb,” Illya grumbles, reaching down with a weary sigh to scoop up his errant sidekick. Deftly, with more care than his words would seem to warrant, Illya picks up the small dratini, tucking him into the pocket on the front of his shirt. “I am not personal valet.”
Quietly, almost surreptitiously, Illya reached into the small bag he carried at his side, lashed to his thigh just behind his holster. With the absolute minimum of fanfare he plucked out a small raspberry, holding it delicately as he brought it up to offer it to Noodle.
“You are worse than baby kitten with these big eyes of yours,” he adds with an affectionate scowl. “They will not work on me, you know. So don’t try that too-cute-to-refuse business you pull with Bucky.”
