I will if you do. Can you imagine it? You and me on a private beach, soaking up the sun. You’ll be topless, of course. I’ll make sure to rub all the spf you need on your poor pale Russian skin.

[ It will never happen, he’s sure. They’re both such workaholics that they go looking for work even when they don’t have any assignments, they go looking for trouble. As much as it’s a nice thought, they’d be better of tanning topless on the roof here, and sharing some Russian food. ]

It’s a nice thought, but I know us.