They had been in three countries and landing in the fourth. Illya had put up with Napoleon's attempt to speak as a native. His accent in each case was atrocious.
"I will speak to the witnesses," Illya informed his partner.
"Why you? I've done well in all the other interviews."
"I cannot take you slaughtering another language with your accents. Must you attempt to speak like a native?"
A twinkle in Napoleon eyes and a smirk gave him the answer.
"No, you would not!"
"The women love helping me out." Napoleon winked then said bonjour to the receptionist in French.