"I was about to ask the same thing," Illya offers with a hint of a smile.

For all his size, his smile is easy. Polite. Even deferential. All brawn and few brains, that's the usual assumption. He quite likes it, actually. It makes it easier to come and go as he pleases, to be ignored during conversations. He doesn't look like someone given to intellect, apparently, so he is considered to be uninterested in topics. Which means no one bothers to filter themselves when he's around, usually.