"More than a woman." She sang, voice echoing beautifully in the blissfully silent home; she likes the silence. Her fingers swiftly picked a fancy looking glass, the top decorated with intricate bumps and lumps. "More than a woman to me." She popped the cork, the delicious sound ringing divinely in her ears, light foam seeping from the skinny lip. "You're fucking crazy!" She paused, her champagne bottle half way to the tip of the glass, the sweet liquid taunting her as she shifted her attention back to the man. "I'm a Kingsman." She answered curtly, holding her hands up in mock surrender, uttering a tiny laugh at her choice of words. She picked up the bottle, her rings clicking against the glass as she began to pour once again. The sound of bubbling liquid entering the glass broke her silence, but this was a sound she was willing to allow. Or in which a cold hearted Kingsman agent falls for a pleb. Mature language Highest Ranking #9 in Eggsy #1 in kingsman