[ Oh, Bond. Natalia's mouth quirks again, like he's said something funny — he might as well have, the way she studies his expression. Yes, she's good; yes, she's a professional. But she's not so blinded by arrogance or skill that she can't recognize that she's slit open lesser men before, and the man tied to her chair won't be as easy as that. Her hand changes its trajectory, the edge of her nail now skirting the bottom of his lip like she wants to map the contours of his mouth — with, one suspects, a deadlier force than the average man hopes for. All the better to take a molar out by the roots, a nail of her hand catching between the space of tooth and gum.
Later, she thinks. Later. ]
You know better than to go fishing for information. [ It's lightly chastising, and if he looks up at her she still doesn't flinch, unmoving despite how close she is. The blades will come soon — it's an old, traditional way of doing things, but James had taught her everything and he'd taught her that no man can withstand pain when you dangle pleasure in front of him. ]
tut tut tut 007~
Later, she thinks. Later. ]
You know better than to go fishing for information. [ It's lightly chastising, and if he looks up at her she still doesn't flinch, unmoving despite how close she is. The blades will come soon — it's an old, traditional way of doing things, but James had taught her everything and he'd taught her that no man can withstand pain when you dangle pleasure in front of him. ]
You'll have to try better than that.