Well... if you'd rather something else, I won't mind. [Sly and not at all subtle, but there isn't much subtle about James Bond and sex talk.
He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.
action;
He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.