You and Spy had been good friend’s for a while, and one late night, at about 2 am or so; the two of you found yourselves in his smoking room.

The both of you were alone, with just each other in the room… The fire in front of the sofa you two were sitting on slowly crackling out, making the room darker by the minute, but neither seemed to mind, since there were still lamps.

“Ah.. It’s a nice night, Mon Ami. You know, if I’m not mistaken… I’d say you actually enjoy your time with me more thaN you let on, hm?…” Spy hummed, his cigarette resting between his fingers.