"I hung for three days and died many times before I could work my way free." There was nothing but bitterness in his voice when he thought about his time with the Grande Armée. Booker was not a happy soldier. "So, I win."

It was meant as a playful joke because they all had a rather... twisted sense of humor about death. Throw in some of the general French malaise and Booker tended to be grim even when joking.

"But if you want time we can give you that. Normally we'd work but before you came along we had a bad mission. We needed a break so we'll spend a year here at the very least." Booker waved a hand to gesture to the villa and the island of Malta in general. "Eventually though there will be some cause on the news we can't ignore and we'll go fight. I hope you're ready by then."