Women never failed to intrigue Bond, whether they be dainty little things to hang off his arm, or pure blood warriors that could give him a run for his money in a fist fight. He was like a moth to the flame the second his eyes were caught on any good looking female. They're his weak spot, and damn does he know it.

And Sally was a most certainly a woman, strong, slender, and something all too classic about her. He doubts he'll regret this evening, no matter the eventual result.

"You never can be too careful over these networks," he comments with an amused eyebrow arch as she comments on the identity.

But anyway, they had more pressing matters. Like dinner! Which is far more important and something he's happy to get to, offering her an arm as she mentions going. "I'm yours for the night. Take me where you deem suitable."