Q went a bit pink again, clearing his throat as he disposed of the broken mug.

"Erm, there was a mention of receiving orders, and the memory was tied to something along those lines," Q said awkwardly. "It was barely a moment, mostly audio. James and I were near an alley in London, and he offered me some instruction."

He glanced at James not sure the other man would even recall such a thing.

"I, of course, complied. I generally do unless the order is deemed a danger or hazard."