"Proklyatie, How could you Napoleon? You and your women!"
"You agreed to this job without even finding out what it was."
"All she had to do was bat her eyes at you."
"No more buts, I am bleeding because of you."
"But you're the knife expert Illya."
"Are those potatoes peeled yet? Jo* and I are ready to start supper." Aunt Amy interrupted.
"Yes, Ma'am," the two men answered together.
"And this is your entirely fault Napoleon-your inability to say no to women," Illya accused as he bandaged his third finger.
*Author Note: In the AU Jo is Illya's sister and Napoleon's lover.