"Mr. Solo is this an expense account or a statement of the national debt?"
Napoleon shifted in his seat, "Well sir. When Thrush threw me into the barrel of tar, , they also threw in my suitcase ruining everything," he said.
"We are not made of money you know. Why can't you buy your suits where Mr. Kuryakin does?"
Glancing at Illya who was smirking, "But sir, his are off the rack!"
"I'll help you find something if you like, Napoleon." Illya offered innocently.
"Thank you Mr. Kuryakin."
"Thank you partner. I don't need help," Napoleon said biting off each word.