Sarah tosses popcorn into her mouth, smiling to herself as he looks down at her. She's laying flat on the picnic blanket and continues to watch the screen, despite being perfectly aware his eyes are on her. Just where she likes them, tbh. "It's the whole package. He's a spy. He's sexy. He drives fast cars. He wears tailor made suits. And he always escapes death. But classily. I do have a soft spot for M."

At the mention of an accent, however, Sarah straightens in place, turns until she's laying on her stomach instead.

Now she's looking down at him instead, her expression filled with intrigue. "Seriously? Yeah, hit me with your best shot."