"So, Napoleon, who is the lucky woman with whom you will share your evening?"

"Oh, I think it's going to stay just between the two of us. For some reason I feel reluctant to let it get around headquarters."

That caused the Russian to frown; the insinuation that he would gossip seemed uncalled for.

"I assure you, my friend, her name would not escape my lips."

"Mmmm… If it's all the same to you, Illya, I'd rather not say."

"Very well, keep your secrets and I shall have mine."

At that the brunet smiled knowingly.

"Afraid it's too late, tovarisch."