Softie

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Napoleon checked his watch for what felt like the thousandth time.  He’s never late!  Just as he grabbed his coat, the doorman announced Illya was on his way.  A familiar coded knock sounded on his penthouse door moments later.  Letting the Russian enter he asked, “What kept you?”

“I apologize; I helped a lost child find her mother.  The mother was…very grateful.  She tried to give me money!  I refused saying it was my pleasure to help.”

“No one believes me when I say that you are a softie!  ‘Saver of lost children, indeed!’”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone, Napoleon!”