"So why were those men attacking us?" she asked, the two of them having just narrowly escaped with their lives.
"I work for Wackemall," he replied.
"So you're a spy?" she excitedly asked. "I knew there was something exotic about you."
"Not nearly as exotic as you, my Dear." He always knew the right words to say to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted it to go. "Let's say you and I get the wackemall out of here before they find us?"
"Anything you say, Wackemall Oh Seven. You're the professional. I'm just the wanton damsel in distress."