[ don't lie to yourself, james. it's straight-up flirting. ]
Ooh, Mr Bond. So forward.
[ the grin returns, full-force—a winsome gash of a smile that lights up his eyes, widening them with lavish reaction, teeth bared. are they to play that game, then? he likes that game.
though bond had moved forward, silva ups the stakes: one of his hands comes to rest hotly on bond's chest, utterly coy, and yet unmistakeably predatory—like he's about to dig in with claws. it's no longer casual conversation; nor even would it appear respectable, not when silva's dispensing with all pretense of personal space. ]
You want to know why I'm here?
[ it's almost like he can read your mind, isn't it. everyone always has to know. ]
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Ooh, Mr Bond. So forward.
[ the grin returns, full-force—a winsome gash of a smile that lights up his eyes, widening them with lavish reaction, teeth bared. are they to play that game, then? he likes that game.
though bond had moved forward, silva ups the stakes: one of his hands comes to rest hotly on bond's chest, utterly coy, and yet unmistakeably predatory—like he's about to dig in with claws. it's no longer casual conversation; nor even would it appear respectable, not when silva's dispensing with all pretense of personal space. ]
You want to know why I'm here?
[ it's almost like he can read your mind, isn't it. everyone always has to know. ]