Illya's Hair
Napoleon looked at his partner who was in the middle of pushing his Beatle style haircut out of his face. The ruffled strands kept falling into his eyes.
"You need a haircut."
"I like this length."
"It's longer than regulation."
"Waverly has not said anything," he said finger-combing it into order.
"It's hardly gives the impression that you're an UNCLE agent."
"Great cover though."
"It needs a trim."
"I do not need a trim."
"Do you realize Mr. Waverly is due back from Paris today?"
"In that case, do you mind stopping at the barber on the way to headquarters?"
"I thought you'd see it my way."