[ silva lets out a breathy little hum, a considering noise, as his eyes slip shut—relishing the soft gust of breath over his ear, the one that stirs his hair and murmurs something about privacy. ]
Hmmm. [ he chuckles, like bond's just told him a very dirty joke. and it is, in a way. a joke. ] I don't think so.
[ silva draws back, just a little. enough for bond to see the expression on his face—it's subtle, but there. (do you think i'm stupid?)
james bond's charm is legendary, but silva's read his file. and the other file, as well. once you're a double-oh, you never truly leave the service, not until you're dead; even if you wanted to die. even if, for all intents and purposes, you are dead. you simply can't leave it behind. why try? ]
I thought you liked to put on a show, James.
[ and with that, silva's hand leaves his drink untouched. slowly, he slides it around bond's waist, behind his no doubt very expensive dinner jacket, and pulls until the tops of their thighs touch. ]
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Hmmm. [ he chuckles, like bond's just told him a very dirty joke. and it is, in a way. a joke. ] I don't think so.
[ silva draws back, just a little. enough for bond to see the expression on his face—it's subtle, but there. (do you think i'm stupid?)
james bond's charm is legendary, but silva's read his file. and the other file, as well. once you're a double-oh, you never truly leave the service, not until you're dead; even if you wanted to die. even if, for all intents and purposes, you are dead. you simply can't leave it behind. why try? ]
I thought you liked to put on a show, James.
[ and with that, silva's hand leaves his drink untouched. slowly, he slides it around bond's waist, behind his no doubt very expensive dinner jacket, and pulls until the tops of their thighs touch. ]