Hello, my darling. You look lovely in that evening gown. Is that a Russian accent I detect? How would you like to come back to my room? We can sip fine wine and make love by the fire. I have wit, charm, and I’m devilishly handsome. I know you get yourself into some risky business, but don’t be alarmed. You’re safe with me. I got a license to kill, and if anyone messes with you, I’ll blow their brains away with my Walter PPK. Let’s drive away in my Aston Martin, and cruise throughout Britain. You’ll love it there.
Let’s stop games--we both know that neither of us our the person we claim to be. You’re using me for information, and MI6 and I have known that all along. We know everything about you. You see me as nothing more than business, or at least you use to. In the end, you’ll switch sides. You’ll be seduced by my irresistible charm.
Remember that night in the casino, my love? I pretended that you were the most interesting girl in the room, but darling, you’re just another girl in another city. There’s been plenty before you and there will most certainly be plenty after you. But you know that, don’t you? Tell me, darling, does the danger turn you on?
And that's all I have to say about that.
Sidewinder
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