"Humph," Napoleon stood behind a half hidden partner.
"Napoleon!" Illya jumped up from under the tree.
"May I ask what you're doing under my Christmas tree?"
"I was looking for something I dropped," Illya blushed at being caught.
"I'll help you find it." Napoleon offered smiling.
"That is okay, I located it." Illya quickly explained.
"I see. It wouldn't be a present with your name on, would it?"
"You know how I feel about Christmas," Illya defended himself.
"So I can return your gift?"
"I would not want you to go to any trouble." Illya quickly answered.
"Thought so tovarisch."