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The last sentence  is gevr’s, accidentally added as a reply to one of mine!

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“Since we,” Napoleon corrected, his gaze shifting meaningfully from Illya’s dancing eyes to the camera and microphone monitoring the UNCLE wardrobe room, “completed that assignment in Rio last year; I’ve been avoiding any extracurricular activities with female THRUSH operatives since you convinced me how, uh, risky they are, but I suspect Angelique might not quite appreciate my new, um, reticence.”

“On the other hand, she might feel that it is simply your admission to embracing a new version of Napoleon Solo, one who is comfortable in his own skin, if not necessarily that particular outfit and see you as a new challenge to undertake – no pun intended.”

“Angelique does love a challenge,” Napoleon said, wrapping a feathered boa around his neck and forcing his feet into the sparkly stilettos as he motioned toward the door, “but we might never find out why she’s suddenly interested in drag queens and Easter cotillions if we don’t get this show on the road; after you, partner mine, our chariot awaits.”

“Just know that if we break down tonight, I’m going to let you thumb for a ride as my legs will never get anyone to stop, more like make them run in fear,” Illya said as he gathered up his purse and stole.

“That’s all right, partner mine, because you have other physical attributes that can stop my heart…like your vision, of course…you have great vision”, Napoleon said, pointedly looking toward the room’s security camera.

“I usually have excellent vision, but unfortunately my reading glasses clash with this dress,” Illya said, glancing down at the sapphire blue silk hugging his lithe form, “so you will need to brief me on the mission while I drive; it is less than charming to be late to class, you know.”

Meanwhile at Trush's HQ Angelique was thinking about Napoleon...