(Carrying on from insaneladybug - passing the torch over to selyndaep)
Illya glanced up enough to view Napoleon's return in the mirror. Napoleon's expression was sufficient for him to halt what he was doing and turn around.
"What is wrong, Napoleon?"
Napoleon started to speak, then shook his head while reaching for a pad of paper and pen.
"Nothing. Got halfway to the car and found I'd forgotten my keys."
Curious, Illya played along as Napoleon wrote.
"You need to slow down, my friend."
"Yeah, I do tend to get ahead of myself when I rush, don't I?"
Taking the offered pad, Illya quickly read the short note : 'Someone had a recording of us talking about Little Russia. Might your apartment be bugged?'
Illya wrote a quick note back : 'My apartment is scanned daily for bugs, but there are directional devices that could achieve the same results.'
Napoleon frowned, jotting down two words : 'Daily? Why?'
Illya rolled his eyes after he took the pad back : 'CIA - FBI - KGB - THRUSH - pick whichever acronym you prefer. I have gathered enough listening devices to melt down and make a table lamp since coming to this country.'
Napoleon let out a low whistle, then covered for the slip.
"Found my keys!"