"Sounds delicious," Harry said. "I had a very good one the last time I was in Berlin..."

They chatted a bit more as they waited for their food, which arrived and was just as good as expected. To Harry it all just felt very... easy. Normal. Like a typical dinner date with someone you'd been having dinner with for a decade.

And then they were in a black car heading to... well, wherever James was leading them. Q between them in the back seat.