Q was just tipsy enough that he might have done it, but he was sober enough not to admit that as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, all he could think about was that bloody Aston Martin and the soft purr of its engine as James tore through the streets, and Q frowned to himself.

"Yes, well, you've waited this long. You can wait a while longer. I do admire a man with self control after all."