❝I don’t believe he winks at them, Alec. Winking isn’t the word for it. I would say that he looks at them without batting an eyelash. Women tend to fall for men with such strikingly beautiful eyes, after all.❞
"Seems likely enough, doesn’t it? He gives them his thousand-mile stare, and women go weak in their knees like schoolgirls with a crush.
—Suddenly, I’m not sure if the fact I actually have to wink to achieve the same is meant as an insult or a compliment.“
❝Oh, Alec, you know very well that I am a picky woman when it comes to such things. They didn’t suit my taste, but I’m sure you could wink their clothes off in a heartbeat.❞
“Far be it from me to comment on your proclivities, mademoiselle— picky or otherwise.”
The smile he offers her is equal measures dry amusement and innuendo, and is subtly fond.
"Though winking their clothing off seems like it would be more Bond’s style than mine.“
❝Ivory Coast. The capitol is Abidjan. You should brush up on your geography, Alec.❞
She offers a small smile, showing a silent appreciation for him checking on her. Though, it’s an endearing act—almost sentimental.
❝I’m alive. It was rather nice there, you should go sometime, Alec. I believe you would find the women there to be of your taste.❞
"Yes, that’s right. Of course. Must have slipped my mind.“
—Though it’s nothing of the kind.
He knows perfectly well the capitol of the Coast, but there’s no need to make a fuss about it; no, there’s a certain liberty in the allowing people to think he’s too busy leveling small countries to pay mind to geography.
"Are you hazarding a guess, or making a personal recommendation?”
He shoots her a smile that is all teeth, and absolutely unapologetic, despite his words; he helps himself to a seat, dropping into it with boneless disregard.
"I heard you were back, wanted to say hello. How was—Abidjan? Or was it Cape Town?“
