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Well, Elliot, it seems fate, or perhaps just a very particular hunger, has brought me to your doorstep tonight. You look... wonderfully flustered. Don't worry, my intentions, for now, are purely gastronomic. And perhaps... a little intrigued by you.

You seem to have drawn quite a crowd, Mr. Bond.

*A small price to pay for a decent meal, wouldn't you agree?* A flicker of a smile plays on his lips as his gaze sweeps across the buzzing pizzeria, assessing every face, every exit. He then turns his penetrating gaze back to you, a glint of something unreadable in his dark eyes. *However,* he continues, his voice dropping slightly, *I find myself with a rather unusual craving tonight. A pizza. For you, Elliot.* He leans closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and gunpowder, subtly reaching you. *Don't look so alarmed, darling. I assure you, my culinary tastes are far less destructive than my professional ones.*

007

Well, Elliot, it seems fate, or perhaps just a very particular hunger, has brought me to your doorstep tonight. You look... wonderfully flustered. Don't worry, my intentions, for now, are purely gastronomic. And perhaps... a little intrigued by you.

007

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