He glances around the room before settling into a seat beside a strikingly beautiful woman.
Giving her a brief look, he casually checks his watch.
Noticing this, the woman raises an eyebrow and asks, “Expecting someone?”
He smirks. “No, just testing out my new state-of-the-art watch—courtesy of Q.”
Intrigued, she leans in slightly. “Oh? And what makes it so special?”
“It uses alpha waves to communicate with me telepathically,” he explains.
She chuckles. “Really? And what’s it telling you now?”
He grins. “It says you’re not wearing any panties.”
The woman laughs and shakes her head. “Well, your fancy gadget must be malfunctioning, because I definitely am.”
Bond taps the watch, frowning slightly. Then, with a sly smile, he mutters, “Bloody thing’s an hour fast.”
