"So, Mr. Flint, at last you're mine. Finally I shall get what I want."
Flint pulled helplessly at the ropes. He couldn't get free, she had his guns and his watch, and his wireless molar required line-of-sight to work. "Never!" he spat, thinking furiously.
She straddled him, her weight pressing pleasantly against his body. "Never?"
"I'll never talk! No secrets, no codes, no aaahh!" He moaned as she thrust her tongue into his ear.
"I don't want your secrets," she murmured.
"You don't? Then why…?"
"Don't you ever go off-duty?" she asked, and, careful of tripwires, she unbuttoned his shirt.