"What is it you want?" Napoleon played for time calling the men's attention to himself, while Illya secretly activated his emergency signal in his tooth.
"We intend to trade you for our boss."
"UNCLE doesn't make deals. We're all expendable."
"Then they'll have two dead senior agents. Now up."
Illya reached for his wallet but stopped as the men swung toward him.
"If you do not wish a confrontation, we need to pay the bill," Kuryakin said returning his hand to the table.
"How much?" barked the leader.
"Twenty should do it; Illya wasn't as hungry as he normal is."