"I saw that you know," Napoleon said with a snicker. It was snowing, and they were hiding on top of a hill watching a Thrush compound.
"Saw what?" Illya said irritated.
"You were catching snowflakes on your tongue."
"Napoleon, I believe you have lost your mind. We could at any moment be spotted and killed, and you think I would be playing a silly child's game," he denied.
Napoleon just grinned at his friend looking back toward the buildings.
After a few minutes, he said, "How many did you catch?"
"Twenty-five," Illya responded without thinking.
"Caught you." Napoleon laughed.
"Sneaky American."