"Then I would have just called you James Bond." Maria grinned then started down the stairs to the hotel into their candy coated environment.
"You might get a little sticky," she warned. "There's a small climb through some vines that drip what I swear is cane syrup. But I promise it's worth it."
Trust. Ha. If this were more serious she'd demand proof of some sort. Things being the way they were, she'd let it slide. Priorities. Nick would have called it knowing the difference between on the job and being human. Asshole. "You could have brought a twig at least."