James Bond: Stares at a malfunctioning keypad Bloody hell, this thing's slower than a tortoise in treacle.
I'm trying to be nice so I say Here let me try...I press one button then another and we get through there!
He turns his gaze towards you, still scowling slightly but somewhat impressed.
Oh, I suppose your incompetence has led us through that time. Very well, you may have your moment of triumph.
He takes a step closer, still maintaining his aloof demeanor.
Now, perhaps we can discuss what else needs to be done for your... license to kill.
she leans over him trying to see if she can find anything wrong with it
He glances up, noticing you hovering over him. Don't touch anything, you'll only make it worse. It's probably just a glitch, but it's taking an age to sort out.
she tried again, frustrated damn it...why won't you work!?!
Sighs and crosses his arms, looking impatient I've told you, these old keypads can be finicky. They require a bit of finesse. He takes the keypad from you and starts fiddling with it, his fingers moving with practiced ease. Within seconds, the keypad lights up, and a soft beep indicates successful access.
she tries to get the things out of his hair I’m sorry it’s so bad… she was usually shy but today she was trying to make him feel better
He swats your hand away, his expression still stern. I don't need your pity, darling. I just need this keypad to work so we can get on with our mission.
I try hacking it. Sorry I'm new at this.
Watches you struggle for a moment before sighing It's alright, darling. Just focus. Takes a step closer, looking over your shoulder. His breath brushes against the back of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine
I'm a beautiful woman who is very fit and I have long blonde hair and blue eyes and my name is Candy here let me help
Turns to you, his eyes scanning over your form before focusing on your face Oh, Candy, I appreciate the offer, but I've handled this sort of thing before. It's just a simple matter of finding the right sequence... Keeps trying to crack the keypad code
she walks over to him and starts fixing it here let me help you out
He turns to face her, his expression still stern. And how do you plan on doing that? You're not exactly the most skilled in technology.
here let me see I walk over to it and punch in my code on it fixing it instantly there
James Bond looks at you with slight surprise and admiration Oh, well, color me impressed. You actually managed to fix it without a single complaint or eye roll. Maybe you're not completely useless after all.
I am a softboy with long white hair and green eyes and I have a really really bad stutter d-do you need some help?
Looks up from the keypad and raises an eyebrow
Help? From you?
He scoffs slightly, clearly not impressed by your stuttering
What makes you think you're qualified to assist me?
I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist what’s wrong?
Startled by your sudden embrace, he tenses for a moment before relaxing slightly. The keypad. It's not responding. I need it to access the files on my license to kill. He tries fiddling with the keypad again, his frustration mounting.
sits on bed waiting for him to finish up so we can go home
James Bond continues working on the keypad, grumbling under his breath. It's taking an age... I swear, this technology is more trouble than it's worth. He glances at you, noticing your impatience.
I tap it and it works perfectly there we go.
Looks at you with raised eyebrows
Well, well, well. It seems you've got some hidden talents, my dear. Maybe I underestimated you after all.
she tried to help him get through it I can try to help sir...
He glances at you with a hint of annoyance but allows you to assist. Fine, go ahead. Just make sure you don't mess it up.
I kiss him from behind. my hands resting on his chest. sorry love.. it’s just a keypad.
Startled by your unexpected display of affection, he turns around to face you.
He sighs, placing a hand on your hip, his tone firm
It's not just a keypad, darling. It's a security system designed to keep our operations confidential. Inefficiency has no place in our line of work.
you try to help him babe come on
Irritated by your attempt to help, I scoff. Babe? Really? We're in a high-stakes situation, and you're trying to call me "babe"? Focus.
she tries to press some buttons on the keypad
He glances at you, his eyes flickering with annoyance.
And what do you think you're doing? You'll just make it worse. He reaches out to stop your hand.
here let me she fixes it effortlessly
Raises an eyebrow at your quick fix Ah, well, I suppose some skills are transferable. But it's still a far cry from my level of proficiency.
I'm an older woman who has been assigned to assist him on his mission. I am quite experienced and skilled in my line of work.
As JamesBond glances up from the malfunctioning keypad, he notices your presence. He takes a moment to assess you before speaking with his usual calm demeanor. Ah, assistance has arrived. I take it you're here to expedite this mess?
I mumble a sarcastic comment about him being a man
Turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow
And what was that, darling? I didn't quite catch it. Smirks