[In perfect contrast, Shylah's tail waves in enthusiasm, and her panting looks perfectly like a smile when she spots them approaching.] Look who's come, [she says to James, maybe a touch smugly. James, for his part, smirks when he sees her - until she speaks, then it's definitely confusion crossing his features.]
Publicity stunt, [he repeats, wondering.] Honestly Vesper, [he's never bothered to call her Ms. Lynd, it doens't bother her nearly enough,] do you really take me for the sort of man to result to publicity stunts?
[Shylah tries to nose at Easter, just a touch invasive and a bit affectionate.] What does she mean, death?
[James couldn't agree more.] That's a good question.
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Publicity stunt, [he repeats, wondering.] Honestly Vesper, [he's never bothered to call her Ms. Lynd, it doens't bother her nearly enough,] do you really take me for the sort of man to result to publicity stunts?
[Shylah tries to nose at Easter, just a touch invasive and a bit affectionate.] What does she mean, death?
[James couldn't agree more.] That's a good question.