"Sorta like that! Of course you could always think of me like a southern James Bond." It was a joke over at the Statesman and it did describe their work. Secret agents stopping the plans of megalomaniac villains - the only difference was the accents.
Returning the kiss, Tequila wrapped an arm around her. He held her close as he deepened the kiss, tasting her with a soft groan. He took off his hat and placed it on her head, then broke the kiss and winked at her.
"Ya know, I don't think I'll ever get tired of ya doin' that."