'I have done enough missions, they were never fun and always important.', Illya wanted to say back but he held his tongue, for once understanding what was Napoleon trying to express.

"We will see." His frown softened, not fully disappearing. He was annoyed and the treatment the American had gone through when he was the CIA's pet.

The paranoid part of him cringed after seeing Napoleon open the envelope so quickly and carelessly, for all they knew, his cover could have been blown and the package a bomb. Seeing as how Napoleon's was still very much alive, and looking fine, Illya walked over him.

"What is it? Should I be worried that you find whatever is in there 'interesting'?"