Napoleon smiled then laughed. His china was spread out with the remains of their Chinese takeout. The world could careen for another week, courtesy of U.N.C.L.E. New agents, same round table. His.

Illya looked at Napoleon in concern as he continued to laugh. A slip of paper was thrust at him.

"Do not permit your friends to impose on you."

Illya looked into Napoleon's eyes.

"You have to add 'in bed'." Napoleon's smile changed from mirth to satisfaction. He rubbed his thumb over Illya's lips. He pulled it away before it could be bit a second time.

"Imposition?"

"Best kind."