"Not enough for me," Napoleon teases. He really can't help himself. Flirting with disaster is his favorite hobby, and his stoic partner is particularly entertaining to play against. He has yet to fully push those boundaries outside of a sassy comment, but he may decide to be more suicidal some day. For now, it's all for fun.

"I'm going to need you to handle the bodyguard. We can't have another interruption, I doubt we'll get a third chance at this." She may be hungry for attention, but everyone gets their fill eventually. Napoleon is at his best when he trusts he doesn't have to look over his shoulder, and that's why he has a giant Russian to smolder at his back. There was a long time that Napoleon worked alone, and he thought he preferred it, but recent experience changed his mind. Now if he goes missing there's at least a partial chance someone will be paying attention, and it's oddly comforting.

Napoleon glances over at Illya. He only mildly considers teasing him again, but now he's onto business. "Leave him alone unless it looks like he'll come make trouble. We don't want to raise suspicions too high." Meaning don't kill him. That would be the last resort, although it was always a resort of some kind.