Illya crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward a bit, looking at her carefully. His lips pressed together slightly, and he kept his gaze very easy.

"I make no such promise. If I believe you a danger to those I consider under my protection, I will not suffer the threat."

After all, he was, so far as she knew, still a Russian agent, ultimately. Whatever her designs were, he wouldn't protect them if she complicated his tasks.