Q looked puzzled as he headed inside with the boxes, wondering if Bond had decided he wasn't worth the fuss.

Then nearly dropped them when he saw James.

He wanted to snap at him for breaking in, but he felt like he must be becoming a nag. Instead he attempted to make a joke.

"If you're going to brake in you could at least do me the courtesy of feeling me up and wearing some leather gloves. ...Do robbers wear leather gloves these days? They probably just use fingerprint scramblers... I suppose that wouldn't be as erotic in an adult film," he mused, mostly chatting to himself now as he put the boxes down and grabbed them plates.

"I'd offer you a soft drink, but I imagine you'd rather drink my liquor and tell me how mediocre it is," he said, returning with plates, a soda, and scotch for Bond.

It was as close to an apology for being difficult earlier as Bond was likely to get.