You know my name

Bond had had a far from unpleasant weekend, with the company at the ball being much less tedious than he'd feared, and Faith proving to be a most challenging sparring partner. Monday, however, found him in his office, overcome with an odd sense of restlessness, and while he could focus on his class plans, he really had very little desire to.

He just hoped this restlessness wasn't going to turn to boredom. Boredom was not a good mood to find Bond in. For anyone.