"N'yet. This is good." Q smothers a yawn while he could sit up, he would much rather just laze about on Bond. Very comfortable, he is. Cozy, practically.

"You're good at that. Petting. My hair, I mean." A long, slow blink. And another. "Ah, yes, there's the drugs. Working very nicely, because I am not bothered by anything and I would really rather like to say too much."

"If I suggest that I would like to do anything appalling to you, I hereby grand you permission to tease me about it, so long as it's not in front of the QBs. Or Eve. Use your power wisely."