"Illya, Illya, Illya," Napoleon shook his head."When are you going to relax and just return the flirtations these women are throwing your way?"
The two men were walking along the grey corridors of headquarters. Solo dallied with the ladies and enjoyed watching the swaying of their derrieres as so many of them walked in front of him, going on about their daily business.
"Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon," Illya parroted back. "When will you give it a rest?"
"Never," the American grinned.
"In that case I will leave the flirting to you as you will not get enough at the rate you… well, honestly someday a woman will be the death of you."
"Yeah, but what a way to go," Napoleon winked. "Really there is more than enough for both of us tovarisch."
"No thank you. I will meet women in my own time and way."
"Illya, Illya, Illya," Napoleon sighed.