Q struggled lightly against the hold on his neck, a bit startled by the man's words- But this was James, and Q couldn't bring himself to believe it was anything more than the man playing a part. Perhaps James had seen more of him than he'd realized, knew the sort of filth he daydreamed about. It was what he did after all. Q picked apart puzzles and code, James picked apart people.

Eventually he went still beneath James' grip, struggling to swallow beneath the pressure of his palm.

"Then I consent," he said, voice ever so slightly strained.