[ Eames has caught Moneypenny on the rare occasion of being alone. Not with her translator or another member of her inner circle; not with her secret lover, Iain. Her particular vein of dreamshare business requires an entourage (the spectacle is harder to cultivate without it), most of whom Moneypenny has no particular attachment to save the color they add to her menagerie at any given time.

Her end of the line is quiet, a television playing in another room; Moneypenny's laugh obscures the sound of it. ]

What good's a bit'f metal if you go flashin' it 'fore its time? [ The pointy things would be coming with her; they always did, hidden among fishnets and tulle skirts. ] Promise t'be on my best behavior if you promise to keep those bloody hands of yours to y'rself.

[ In general, MP's a hands on kind of girl. But there are exceptions. Eames is one of them. ]