April had finished her lunch but was quite content to sip her coffee and talk while Illya finished his.

"Napoleon isn't fond of paperwork?"

Illya shrugged as he moved to his piece of pie.

"I do not suppose anyone loves it, but if he thought I would accept it as an excuse and do his paperwork for him, Napoleon would complain of a chipped nail."

Chuckling at that mental image, April mused that Mark hadn't steered her wrong. With any luck, she had found the tutor she knew she needed in the form of the blond Russian agent.