Illya blinks at him strangely, shaking his head, and it’s only then that Napoleon registers he’s said the last part out loud. His secrets almost spilling over the edge, like honey whiskey almost ruining the rug. Maybe he is a little too far gone, his control a little out of his hands.
That’s dangerous.
Source: Toska, by Somedrunkpirate – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
Napoleon is in too deep… Lovely POV in fragments.