[ accents mean nothing in this line of work. bond knew she couldn't possibly be everything she seemed once he started in on his second martini. she makes for good casual conversation this natalia, has every single hair and every single lie perfectly in place, could make love to him in all the ways he needed her to for every charming, witty remark he threw to her. the performance had been flawless, yet it was still a performance. he doesn't have the heart to tell her she gave herself way. ]
I will count myself lucky then.
[ he doesn't wince, doesn't flinch against her grip on his face, the determination to look her straight in those beautiful eyes of hers unwavering even with the pain and blood to compensate for. he's done this so many times now it's practically childsplay. interrogation is second nature to him. ]
Of course. [ the perfect tone in his voice, dripping with the implication that it's for her comfort rather than his own. ] Though I did prefer drinks but, you know. Ladies' choice.
[ he saw the knives as they brought him into the room and even now the gleam of the silvery stainless steel is catching off the overhead light. he would never give her the satisfaction of glancing towards them though, not with the slow forming plan falling to place in his mind. she sees his crumbling fortitude in that row of blades, he sees his own salvation in the form of an exit strategy; they disagree on the fundamentals, just the way mi-6 and the kgb would want it. ]
he is 9 kinds of new BUT I NEED THIS
I will count myself lucky then.
[ he doesn't wince, doesn't flinch against her grip on his face, the determination to look her straight in those beautiful eyes of hers unwavering even with the pain and blood to compensate for. he's done this so many times now it's practically childsplay. interrogation is second nature to him. ]
Of course. [ the perfect tone in his voice, dripping with the implication that it's for her comfort rather than his own. ] Though I did prefer drinks but, you know. Ladies' choice.
[ he saw the knives as they brought him into the room and even now the gleam of the silvery stainless steel is catching off the overhead light. he would never give her the satisfaction of glancing towards them though, not with the slow forming plan falling to place in his mind. she sees his crumbling fortitude in that row of blades, he sees his own salvation in the form of an exit strategy; they disagree on the fundamentals, just the way mi-6 and the kgb would want it. ]