"How do you do it, Napoleon?" Rita cooed, as they both enjoyed the post-sex euphoria.
"Do what?"
"Put yourself in harm's way. Doesn't it scare you?"
"Not at all," he lied. "And I do it because someone has to."
"I think you're so brave."
Napoleon tried not to sigh. Bravery had nothing to do with it. A job had to be done, and he was one of the few chosen to do it. Besides, being a secret agent had its perks; travel, good food and, of course, beautiful women.
"Let's change the subject," he said, as he kissed her deeply.