“You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armour back on. That’s that.”
“I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I’m yours.”
“I have a dinner jacket.”
“There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.”
“How - It’s tailored.”
“I sized you up the moment we met.”
“Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard…”
“No, of course not.”
“But it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government’s money - and off your perfectly-formed arse.”
“You noticed?”
“Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?”
“Skewered. One sympathizes.”
