"Mr. Solo?"
His new partner handed a report.
"Thanks. And... please, stop with "Mr. Solo", Illya..."
The Russian grew somber, apparently confounded. "How should I address you...", right corner of his lips curled, "as you're... my superior?"
"Oh, you don't have to...", he paused, suddenly noticing too innocent blue eyes in a too innocent face, " to use honorifics with me." He smirked, "I'm a modest person. Just call me Napoleon! Anything worrying?"
Illya Kuryakin smiled, "No... Napoléon."
"Napoleon!"
"Just what I said: Napoléon."
"No, Na-po-lee-onn!"
"Sorry... I thought it was the French emperor's name..."
"It is!"
"Oh..."