Alice laughed softly, waving goodbye, then taking Q's arm in hers. She was gentle, and she spoke softly- Perhaps that was in her nature, or perhaps Tony used her to sooth their 'product'.
"You don't really fancy a facial, do you?" she asked. "You've got lovely skin as it is. There's a little juice bar near the lobby, we could be naughty, have some juice and a muffin. My treat," she added quickly.
"Oh, um- I don't think James would..." Q started to say.
"I don't think Tony would either," she replied. "But they aren't here. It's just us- Us and a bunch of tourists actually, but whatever. Come on."
He was on his guard, but she led him to a table right in the open, leaving him for a moment before returning with two sealed bottles of juice, and two muffins in little packets. ...As if she knew he'd be wary of accepting anything that could be tampered with.
Did she know what Tony was? Was she- Was she trying to help?
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Meanwhile Tony lead Bond to his private sauna, the steam low enough so they could see each other as they sat down on the wooden bench.
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"You don't really fancy a facial, do you?" she asked. "You've got lovely skin as it is. There's a little juice bar near the lobby, we could be naughty, have some juice and a muffin. My treat," she added quickly.
"Oh, um- I don't think James would..." Q started to say.
"I don't think Tony would either," she replied. "But they aren't here. It's just us- Us and a bunch of tourists actually, but whatever. Come on."
He was on his guard, but she led him to a table right in the open, leaving him for a moment before returning with two sealed bottles of juice, and two muffins in little packets. ...As if she knew he'd be wary of accepting anything that could be tampered with.
Did she know what Tony was? Was she- Was she trying to help?
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Meanwhile Tony lead Bond to his private sauna, the steam low enough so they could see each other as they sat down on the wooden bench.
"So, how long have you had Quinton?" Tony asked.