[ You can include your admiration for his skills in the thank-you card he suspects you'll be writing him.
He nods, as if thoughtful, though inwardly he sighs. So very careful, where he's so very impatient at the moment. Throw him a bone, filekeeper. ]
A girlfriend? And here I was, willing to put money on you being as straight as a sapling in a gale! Unless you mean a friend who happens to be a girl!
[ His tone is loud, so loud they're definitely overheard by the balcony. And he follows it with a short 'ha!' of a sound.
People glance over from their breaks, blinking, some quirking bemused smiles like they, too, can be a part of Bond's infamous (largely untrue or embellished) anecdotes.
Bond smirks, self-satisfied and watching the younger man for his reaction while he easily leans back against the rail and takes another drag. He's very curious what sort of reaction he'll get from the man. A simple startle, anger, or chilled confirmation? Bond likes to test people in many ways.
He's also making a point.
His next words come at conversational tone. ]
I also took you for a Cambridge man.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil himself.
I barely made it out of college and only suffered a term at uni, but even I know a little literature.
[ His smile fades. His brows lift. ]
Get to it. Even for me, I'm beginning to push reasonable amount of time to be out. Ten more minutes and I'll have to dig out the scotch when I get in. Not that I mind terribly much, but it is a bit hellish on my typing.
[ He's so eager to have a bone to chew, he even presses feelings of security toward Peter's mind. For the basis of the transfer of emotion, he uses the feeling of peace he gets from finishing a hard swim and letting himself float on the water in the privacy of his own home. Safe. Able. ]
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He nods, as if thoughtful, though inwardly he sighs. So very careful, where he's so very impatient at the moment. Throw him a bone, filekeeper. ]
A girlfriend? And here I was, willing to put money on you being as straight as a sapling in a gale! Unless you mean a friend who happens to be a girl!
[ His tone is loud, so loud they're definitely overheard by the balcony. And he follows it with a short 'ha!' of a sound.
People glance over from their breaks, blinking, some quirking bemused smiles like they, too, can be a part of Bond's infamous (largely untrue or embellished) anecdotes.
Bond smirks, self-satisfied and watching the younger man for his reaction while he easily leans back against the rail and takes another drag. He's very curious what sort of reaction he'll get from the man. A simple startle, anger, or chilled confirmation? Bond likes to test people in many ways.
He's also making a point.
His next words come at conversational tone. ]
I also took you for a Cambridge man.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil himself.
I barely made it out of college and only suffered a term at uni, but even I know a little literature.
[ His smile fades. His brows lift. ]
Get to it. Even for me, I'm beginning to push reasonable amount of time to be out. Ten more minutes and I'll have to dig out the scotch when I get in. Not that I mind terribly much, but it is a bit hellish on my typing.
[ He's so eager to have a bone to chew, he even presses feelings of security toward Peter's mind. For the basis of the transfer of emotion, he uses the feeling of peace he gets from finishing a hard swim and letting himself float on the water in the privacy of his own home. Safe. Able. ]