Already out of sorts before getting to their office, Napoleon's fidgety mood finally drew a long-suffering sigh from Illya.
"Napoleon, settle down and perhaps stop drinking coffee. You are practically vibrating in your chair."
Napoleon sighed in turn.
"Sorry, chum. This inactivity has me stir-crazy."
"Believe me, tovarich, I am as anxious to be rid of this cast as you are your stitches. Be patient just three more days. You know the doctor has already threatened bedrest if you pop another stitch."
Napoleon sank down in his chair. When Illya spoke of it later, Napoleon denied pouting.
