“New cardigan? I think that must be the most eye-watering design yet. Advance warning in future please? I value my eyesight.”
“At your age I imagine you value a lot of things in danger of slipping by the wayside.”
“Someone’s in blistering form,” replied James, strolling around the desk and backing him against his wall. “One might go so far as to guess a Quartermaster got lucky last night.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Q said coolly, relenting to the touch. “A fashion sense that demands immediate disrobing might.”
Bond couldn’t argue with that. He really couldn’t.