Back at their office, Napoleon looked over the inter-office mail before handing a page over to Illya.

"Fill that out and get it back to me, please."

Illya cautiously took the offered sheet, his eyes widening slightly as he read it.

"Dare I ask why you would like to know my three favorite animals and what I scents I enjoy?"

Napoleon held up another sheet.

"I have one to fill out as well. And I don't want the information. Miss Zandrous does. I believe you are about to have the honor of having a cologne designed for you."