He turned around and lay on his back, shifting his weight a little to make himself more comfy. “Too bad assassination is not my forté,” he mused, his eyes staring towards the ceiling in audible contemplation.
“It’s that I don’t like gambling and have no licence to kill…”
She turned onto her side and watched him intently.
“They can die another day.”
“… and planes. Then again I can learn, I mean diamonds are forever, and tomorrow never dies.”
“Well you only live twice…”
“I’d like to tell you how much I love you though… but the world is not enough.”
“… and with a view to a kill, you would, the living daylights out of me.”
He leaned over and looked into her eyes gazing into his.
“You’re like the man with the golden gun with these puns.”
“Well, they won’t live and let die.”
“No, they won’t.”
Her eyes flickered, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“And I, for your eyes only.”
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