Orlando looked up from his tea with a rather bored expression on his face than took a sip of it.  He didn't stand, never did understand the custom.  Orlando studied the large man for awhile then finally he spoke.  "Oh dear.  I do hope he knows that oil doesn't come out of the carpets that easily.  The last thing we need is having someone having a hissy fit after we send them our cleaning bill."<br/><br/>He looked over at Bond, staring at him, then gave him a sly and flirty wink.  How he loved pushing the fat man's buttons.