Don't fret, Bond. Q had the exact same thought. As he gingerly strips down in his room (which is less a room, and more where he keeps his closet and it's still open to the rest of the flat), he continues to talk. Does Bond see his reflection in the windows? Maybe.

"I rather like it. It used to be part of the farriers below, which is now more laneway than horse-way, but it's private and I've access to a workshop." When he returns to the kitchen, he's wearing what might be the world's oldest and softest t-shirt. The ink on it is so faded that it's hard to make out a picture of a bee and the saying 'if we die, we're taking you with us'.