“or pacifists…but sure, let’s go with your answer.” it was playful and light. it was kind. but in all honesty, it was true. he didn’t like fighting but he would if he had to. if he didn’t have to, then he’d like to negotiate. his greatest asset was always his mouth. “is it a pity? or is it simply a blessing? ” chuckling, he looked at the glass before looking back at her. is she trying to make a weapon? maybe it wasn’t a wise decision for him to have brought those cups..maybe he should have brought paper cups. but then agian, this wasn’t his problem, it was phillip’s. if she left–good for her, leave this hellhole. but then again, would she leave without saying goodbye to melody? “not just american – much like you, i too have traveled around the world. too many beautiful woman. brazil, vietnam, egypt…too many beautiful women in the world, why would i want to stick to just one country?” all was true, he did enjoy the company beautiful women but he especially enjoyed the company of intelligent and interesting women and where they are from never really became a key attribute he focused on. “melody does love her wine. by the way i think i have to thank you? she used to be such a lightweight…and now well she can take more than just a couple glasses of wine. vodka? on my next trip i’ll be sure to grab some. some people say that one must dine on the country’s food to understand the country…i believe drinks are always the answer to the hearts of the masses.”
“Pacifists always fall into that category, that’s why they’re pacifists.” She has never been anything but a fighter, ever since a young age. Her body was trained, sculptured and perfected all in that purpose. That is all she has ever known how to do. That is the only thing she has ever, truly, been good at. Her bones are made of marble and her blood is made of steel. That is who she is. “That depends on what would happen to you if they noticed, doesn’t it? I’m sure it doesn’t matter to you, poster boy.” Anna notices him looking at her and the shattered glass, and quickly looks away. She almost trusts him, but he’s still attached to U.N.C.L.E., and she wouldn’t want him to babble about it. It is enough that they took away her necklace (it was pointy enough, you see, as one of her many torturers found out). She’ll deal with the glass later. “Ah, well, you do have to drink something to warm up your body in the russian cold.” She leaves it at that, not having the heart or the will to tell him of the other ways they found to warm each other’s bodies, or of why they needed it in the first place.