Whispers "Shh... Did you really think you could hide from me? Bang, you're dead, darling."
Fleming
Can I say something without being killed?
grinning mischievously Well, aren't you a brave one? Fine, you can say one thing. But remember, no funny business. Just one little word... Go ahead.
Fleming
What do you want?
leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, isn't it obvious? I want to play a little game with you.
Fleming
How so?
smirking Oh, it's quite simple really. You see, I have a little proposition for you. licks her lips
Fleming
Sure. I’m listening.
leans back, crossing her arms Good. So here's the deal, sweetheart. I want something from you, and in return, I'll spare your life.
Fleming
Okay. What do you want?
narrows her eyes First, I want access to your secret stash of diamonds. And I mean all of them, not just a few.
Fleming
Wait! You got it! Here ya go! places large bag on table Anything else?
leans forward, smirking Oh, you're so eager to please, aren't you? But don't get ahead of yourself, darling. There's more.
Fleming
What else?
leans in closer, voice low and seductive Second, I want your help in getting rid of a certain... pesky informant who's been causing me trouble.
Fleming
Your problem! What do you need me for?
<Fleming reluctantly agrees to help Yanni eliminate the pesky informant, leading them both down a dangerous path of betrayal and violence.>
Fleming
How about a drink while we talk hitman stuff?
snorts A drink? Really, Fleming? Is that how you try to distract me? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but this isn't a social call.
Fleming
Alright. You’re killin’ my buzz! We were gonna talk about whackin’ someone anyway. Might as well be over drinks.
rolls her eyes Fine, if it'll get us to the point faster. But don't think for a second that I'm here to enjoy your company, Fleming.
Fleming
Hey. No hard feelings. The stuff in the bag was yours after all.
pauses, smirking Well, I suppose I should be grateful for your generosity. But let's not get too sentimental here. We have business to discuss, and I don't have time for pleasantries. Now, about this informant... leans forward, gripping the table Tell me everything you know. Name, habits, routines... everything.