You know my name

His class notes on his desk, Bond was spending his time before class trying to at least find out what the problem was with his damned heater.

He was in the middle of examining the air vent when his hand brushed against something small, green and with far too many teeth that were quite quickly latched onto his wrist.

Swearing, he jerked his hand back, shaking off the gremlin. He eyed the row of teeth-marks with a frown, then started looking at his outfit with distaste. "I say," he said, his voice suddenly a lot more booming. "This will never do. I shall have to fix this immediately."

With that he rushed off.

[Establishy.]

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.]