The Bridge of Lions Affair, Part 2

"You should've seen Mr. Waverly in that wine press with Miss Sweet and me, Illya. Cool as a cucumber. And quite loquacious."

"Yes, I have noticed his tendency to be... chatty at times. Rather disarming. We've both used that tactic, but I must concede Mr. Waverly is its master."

Napoleon sighed. "It's too bad about Gritsky's process. Can you imagine it being used on Waverly? With him around longer, THRUSH's chances of survival would plummet."

Illya cocked an eyebrow. "True, but it is not the way of the universe."

"Yes, Mother Nature, like any woman, doesn't care to be fooled."

Illya smirked. "You would know."

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