James typed up his last petty details on his sleek black laptop, laying his back on the bed's headboard. He sent his document, then slowly closing the laptop shut. Looking up at Le Chiffre, who has been sitting in that chair ever since Bond has arrived.

"What?" Le Chiffre asked, "Is this, some class of punishment? To leave me here? To disdain me?"

"Disdain? Now wait, that's too harsh of a word. How about, not 'Minding'?" James snarked, "That better for you?"

Le Chiffre's eyes darted to his silver puffer which was also held hostage at the beautifully hand crafted end table beside the king sized bed. James also looked, as he sighed to himself, grabbing it as he walked up to Le Chiffre.

"Come along now." Bond hastily said, as if he hated to be put through this, which unquestionably ... He did.

He shoved the puffer into Le Chiffre's mouth, pressing down on the button above. Seeing the relief that swam over his face, inanimate almost. James swiftly returned to the bed, plopping himself down in the same position. Continuing to stare at Le Chiffre. Neither man showed confusion nor distress, or even the thought of backing down or giving in. Bond was captivated with him, he wanted to know what the hell Le Chiffre was thinking at this decisive moment, and back before he had last seen him. What did he think of his posse being killed by a single armed man? Does Le Chiffre even know that Mr.White is dead?

This was reminding James at every waking moment, that he had avenged Le Chiffre and his associates.

"We leave at dawn." James Bond announced.

"What? So soon?"

"Is there a problem?" Bond questioned, "You have no chance of escaping, you have to face it."

"Do you care?" Le Chiffre said quite coldly, "Mr.Bond?"

"To be honest, I couldn't give a damn."

Le Chiffre gave out a small laugh, finally showing somewhat of emotion as a smile curled upon his face.

"You don't give a damn. Is that so?"

James nodded, "Yes."

"Why don't we stay longer here? Hmm?"

"And why would that be a conception?" Bond folded his arms, "Do you think I want to be here?"
"Oh, but of course. Your organization left you here to take care of me. A little deplorable wouldn't you agree? Treat you as a pushover. Your ranked at Double O status!"
"Is this a diversion of some sort? A time to stall me so you could create a master plan?"

"As you said Mr.Bond. There is no chance of escaping." Le Chiffre moved around a bit in his chair. "I've seen what your capable of."
"Likewise."

They both smiled, but not in a friendly way, but in a, 'He's Read Me So Wrong' kind of way.

"Is your woman the reason why you desire to leave?"
"What?" Bond asked frowning.

"Miss Lynd. I saw the way you gazed at her. You were nothing but a puppet." Le Chiffre cracked a bit of a grin, "I know."
"I'll kill you." James muttered.

"Is that a warning?"
"A threat."

"Fair enough." Le Chiffre gave a nod.

James adjusted himself in bed, pulling the covers on top of him. He then stretched with his right arm, turning off the golden lamp.

"If you don't mind. I would like to be untied."

"No." James firmly answered, "Your sleeping there."

With that said, James closed his eyes shut. Not even disconcerting if Le Chiffre tried to get away. At this crunch of greedyness, it's not like he could care. All that was on his mind was Vesper.

How he once held her tightly before they slept the night away.

How they made sweet, sweet love.

Her smile, her smell, her love.

Everything.