[ Even a double oh would question whether Eames' anything is genuine, nevermind his agitation, though there are some aspects in which Bond thinks he does know better. His affection for the heat, for one. His equally odd fascination with run-down apartments. (Eames might be a bloody savant, but it doesn't mean it accounts for his appaling lack of taste.) ]
I might be coming down to your neck of the woods, [ he says after a beat. It doesn't answer the question. ] Corceau. Heard of him?
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I might be coming down to your neck of the woods, [ he says after a beat. It doesn't answer the question. ] Corceau. Heard of him?