A man that did not want to be found. Or rather, at the very least, shy in the fact of being recognized. The man across from him was certainly very good at hiding what may have been his true feelings, but it was the slight movements they really keyed Bond in on how uncomfortable the other man really was.
Careful to mask his own features, he continued giving the other man a polite smile, noticing the pitch change as the other spoke once more. A man of shadows, then. The agent could very easily relate.
“Bond. James Bond.” He tells the other in return. A slight pause, “I…work for the government.”
There was a moment of silence as Lemony processed the information and stroked a metaphorical beard, in order to attempt to connect thoughts and trains of action. This man was being polite enough so far, and hadn’t attempted any type of burning, slicing, murdering, arresting, trying to force terrible cooking on unwilling participants, or any other unpleasant things to wake up to one morning. Yet, he was still wanted in thirteen different countries for various murders and jaywalking violations, all of which were definitely and completely totally unfounded and downright inaccurate accusations. Lemony sniffed lightly, his eyes widening for a split second before he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and folded his hands together, taking a moment afterwards to nervously untangle his hands from each other and adjust the brim of his hat, pulling it slightly lower.
"Ah. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bond. Just for your information, I have certainly never murdered anyone." Lemony smiled, his features respectfully casual and polite.