"Ah, money." Léon smiles, and puts his hand on the back of the chair opposite the Major. "May I?" He asks, waiting for an assent before sitting down. "A personal chef is expensive. But you have no need for one while you are stationed here. I believe my agreement with your government included your food and lodging? Or was it only meals?" He asks, the details of the Embassy's occupation having slipped from his mind.
He takes a sip of his wine and smiles slightly, "As I remember, a battlefield is no time to discuss any matter. The likelihood of your conversation being heard- à peine quels."