As she knew he would, Richard turned up five minutes early, just as Camille was putting on her jewellary. When Catherine answered the door, she raised her eyebrows.

"No tie," she smiled.

"Brilliant powers of observation," Richard said, fighting the urge to put his hand up to his neck again. It just felt wrong not wearing a tie. "Is Camille ready?"

"I'll get her."

"Tell her I'll wait with the car."

As he waited, Richard stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, again trying to forget the fact that he was out without a tie. He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't worn one. He must've been about fourteen. No, younger than that surely. Someone clearing their throat behind him broke through his thoughts. Richard turned around and all thoughts of ties left his head as he stared at Camille. She smiled.

"I didn't think you would actually come without the tie. I'm impressed," she said, walking towards him. Instinctivly, his hand went to his throat and she laughed.

"You look...incredible," he said at last, when his powers of speech returned.

"Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Being the perfect gentleman as always, Richard opened the car door for her before getting in himself. During the car journey, the conversation turned towards work, their most comfortable territory, occasionally stealing glances towards each other and looking away quickly if caught. Camille thought about how good he looked without the tie, more relaxed, less official. Richard thought about how the green of her dress suited her and showed off her incredible legs tastefully, as opposed to the mega mini skirts that were the norm in London when he left. When they arrived at Sebastien's, he held the door for her again, before offering her his arm. Smiling, Camille slipped her hand onto the crook of his elbow.

The table overlooked the sea, facing west, had a perfect view of the soon to be setting sun. While reading the menu, they continued glancing at each other, although now when Camille caught Richard, she didn't immediately look away, but smiled.

"Do you have anything that isn't seafood?" Richard asked when the waiter returned. The man looked confused.

"No sir, this is a seafood restaurant," he replied. Camille held back a laugh.

"Well, what can you recommend that doesn't have eyes?" This time she failed to contain her laughter. The poor waiter looked even more confused before suggesting a fish dish that did not have eyes to the best of his knowledge.

"What?" Richard frowned, once the waiter left, noticing Camille's laughter.

"You just asked if a seafood restaurant had anything that wasn't seafood," she replied. "Then you asked for something without eyes."

"I don't like it staring at me when I eat it." Which sent her into another fit of laughter.

As they ate, Camille told him more about her training in Paris, and the work she'd done undercover. She told him stories of the Inspector who'd taught her group during training, who would often go off on long winded, rambling stories that never seemed to get anywhere and never seemed to be related to the topic. She even managed to get a smile from Richard during an impression of the Inspector.

"I have been talking all night, I think it's your turn," she said, taking a sip of wine as the waiters took away their main course plates.

"You're much more interesting than me," he replied.

"I doubt that," Camille smiled. "Tell about London."

"It's grey, cold, there's no sand and very little sun. A little slice of heaven. There, London in a sentance. I told you you were more interesting."

"I'm not. I'm just me," she shrugged.

"You're fascinating," he said quietly. Camille felt herself blush again, and cursed herself for it. How could this annoying man have so much power over her? And he didn't even realise it.

It was good seeing her laugh and smile again. He'd even missed their arguments about whether or not he was right, which he usually was. The last week and a half she'd just stared at him, daring him to contradict her, her eyes cold. Now they sparkled and made her look even more beautiful. He could think of plenty reasons why this shouldn't and wouldn't work, but in the end he didn't really care about them. He cared about Camille.

XOXOXOX

"I had a really good time," Camille said as they drew up outside her home.

"Me too," Richard admitted. "Despite the fact that my dinner clearly had eyes and the waiter obviously didn't."

"You're not going to start that again, are you? You chewed the poor guy out enough."

"I said no eyes!"

"You're impossible," she replied, shaking her head.

"So... Did I... Did I earn my second chance?" he asked, suddenly worried he'd blown it. Smiling, Camille leaned over and kissed his cheek before climbing out. He wound down the window. "Is that a yes?" he called.

"It's not a no," she replied, blowing him a kiss.