you'll be the death of me (слэш)

"Please," says Q loftily even as he turns at the sound of the front door opening, a rain-bedraggled couple already heading for a table not too far from Bond's. "As flattered as I am to hear that you're already anticipating another cup, you shouldn't presume so much, Mr. Bond. Cyanide is expensive these days, you know, and on the contrary, I actually have it on good authority that our coffee is good enough to die for, if not to die from."
(Or the one where Death owns a coffeeshop on the corner and Bond has been cultivating the surprisingly useful habit of Not Dying. A love story, of sorts.)