You know my name

There was a problem with the heating in Bond's office today. Somehow or the other, the thermostat had gotten stuck at too high a setting, and to further complicate matters, his window was jammed shut.

So after propping the door open, Bond now sat at his desk trying to look as professional as he possibly could while working without a shirt.

[Open! Not so much now as he's sliding towards NWS-ness with his visitor.]