Despite all of Bond's best efforts, when his lunch with Moneypenny was over, she returned to her room and he to his. The solitude did give him the only excuse he needed to crack the seal on the bottle of Talisker he'd been keeping and he settled down with in and a back of cigarettes to hopefully fade to black before the sun finally set. He stripped his tie and dress shirt off, the t-shirt beneath it followed and he stretched out in an arm chair to drink and fog the air with Morland smoke.
Eve had given him a lot to think about which of course meant that that was the last thing he wanted to do. But the time Q tapped on the door to his flat, Bond was already a third into the bottle and down a pack of fags. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, was a hope that it was Eve who'd come around for one reason or another and so when he swung the door open, he couldn't help but look a little disappointed.