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WHO:

meowminx
WHERE: Bond's latest apartment
WHEN: Monday 17th, evening
SUMMARY: Selina comes over for explodey things, dinner and cealrly Bond's outstanding company
WARNINGS: James Bond
FORMAT: Whatever~

James prides himself on managing to get a date out of almost any scenario, so getting Selina over for dinner just because of an original talk of grenades is a win in his books. Even if they are just doing the 'friend' thing, which he can't say he's too worried about.

He's managed to be alone in his apartment for the evening, spending the last hour or so cleaning himself up and changing into smart casual attire, because even at home James likes to be well presented to the ladies.

And so when Selina arrives, he's ready to buzz her and open his door invitingly.

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"First necrophilia and now this. I can see you have a high opinion of what I get up to," he comments, only mildly amused as he drops onto the brand new yet comfortable sofa.

"If you must know, it's mine."

"Hmm..." She tosses the plush in his lap, tilting her head a bit as she examines the complete picture it makes. "Are you sure? It doesn't really suit you."

It doesn't stay in his lap long, as he's already moving to toss it onto the table in front of them. That's how much love he has for the thing. "I need to display my affection for cats in some way."

Selina takes a sip of wine. "Really." Her eyes remain focused on James' face, a slight expression of amusement barely softening the sharp gaze.

"You don't believe me." It's a matter-of-fact comment rather than a question, as he goes for his own wine while staring back at her with little more than a slightly entertained glint to his blue gaze.

"Nope." She grins and takes another sip. "So what are you hiding, Mr. Bond?"

"In general? A lot of money, cars, drugs and weaponry," he answers cooly, lounging back comfortably and far too aware he's not answering the real question posed.

She's still staring at him. Still prying. This is what happens with cats and curiosity, James. "Aren't we all."

He knows all about cats and their curiosity. Spies and their curiosity are very similar. "Mm, we all have our secrets."

She picks the plush back up, tosses it in the air and catches it one-handed. The weight feels okay, so it's doubtful he's hiding anything inside. "Some of us do a better job of hiding them than others."

"Perhaps it's not so much of a secret as a piece of information that seems pointless to share. I don't regularly keep you updated on the colour of my underwear, but that's not a secret." The plush now seems to have almost the entirety of his attention.

And the plush is tucked under her arm for safekeeping. "If it's so pointless, then why are you so afraid to share it?" she asked, toying with her wine glass.

The question is considered for a moment with a slow sip of wine. And then, "I'm not afraid to share it. It's just not something that would interest you."

"Consider me interested." Selina sets her glass down. Still cradling the plush, of course.

"Alright. Well, I currently have a friend staying. And I don't even mean 'friend'." His wine has already been finished off and he's depositing the empty glass on the table.

"Really." She glances at the plush, then back at James, her smile growing. "And how old is she?"

"... Does it matter?" He's just a little too defensive about this, really.

And that's really the main reason she keeps prying. "Of course it does."

A roll of his eyes and James just decides to answer, because right now, lying is more hassle than it's worth around Selina. "Ten. But she's out. I got rid of her for your arrival."

Selina's doing her best not to smirk. "You didn't have to do that."

And then, the obvious question. "Is she yours?"

The question has him frowning just a little too much at the sheer idea of him ever having kids, "God no. I'd pay her to go away if she were just to avoid all that... fathering. This one is a lot easier than that. When I need some time alone, I just give her a few hundred bucks and send her to go get some hookers or whatever else ten year olds do these days." Always the mature and responsible adult figure that he is.

Picking up her glass, Selina makes a bit of a face at him. But she doesn't say anything. He's digging himself into a big enough hole without her asking any more questions.

And the "Why?" is obvious enough anyway.

Yeah, well, with great maturity he's just going to ignore the questioning stare.

"You can keep that toy. I'm sure she'd be more than happy if she knew 'Catwoman' had it."

"I'm a little above stealing a child's toy, James." She sets it down on the next seat over. "Do you need anything?" she asks in a slightly different tone. She suspects he doesn't exactly have what it takes to care for a kid readily on hand.

"... No. I'm not looking after her. I'm only used if she needs to reach something above a few feet. Or if she needs weaponry advice. That's it." Which is exactly why James doesn't mind the kid staying, because she's perfectly capable of looking after herself.