"So, Illya. Are you as bored right now as I am?"

"Not quite."

"How can you tell?"

"I am not quite bored enough to ask you how bored you are."

"Great. I'm stuck with a smart-alecky Russian out here a hundred miles from nowhere."

"I think we are bound to be far closer to nowhere than that. Napoleon."

"You may have a point, chum. Pretty desolate around here."

"If you happen to be a fan of desolate, then yes. Pretty."

sigh

"You know what I mean."

"Rarely, but I have grown adept at faking it over the years."