“I could take you now.”
“I really don’t find you that interesting?”
They’re in the weapons hold, arguably two of the most dangerous men on the planet, on the verge of setting off some explosions of their own and causing more potential damage to the world of espionage since Aldrich Ames turned from CIA to KGB intelligence.
Bond’s face is close but not touching Q’s; the caressing hold of the slender jagged hip is firm but not demanding; Q feels exposed but not threatened, his back to Bond, while he dismantles the gun.
Bond steps away.
“Perhaps. But you will…”