Oh, oh dear. He’s smiling. It’s never really a good sign when M’s got a reason to smile, especially given the fact that manifestations of that happiness tended to be directed at people. This time, Eve’s the unfortunate recipient of that god awful smile, “Don’t say what, Moneypenny?” The twinkle in his eye betrays a mischief so often overrun by stress and sternness, and it’s clear that he’s basking in it while it lasts.
“I don’t stoop to rubbing it in when I’m right. The satisfaction of knowing that I was right is more than enough in its own right, don’t worry.” She is going to have to deal with the stupid silent smugness he’s sporting for the rest of the day, though.