Q looked unsure, but sat down beside Tony, his posture slightly stiff as he nodded.

"Tomorrow, at the spa. I'll set aside some time after lunch and bring a few boys in for you to look at. ...Do you prefer brunettes?" Tony asked, his hand moving to the small of Q's back as he spoke, then creeping beneath his jacket and the loose fitting button down shirt he'd worn. "The more you tell me about what you're looking for, the easier it will be for me to find a match," he added, his thumb running slowly over the pronounced ridges of Q's spine. ...Though there was nothing cruel about it. In fact, it was oddly soothing, and not particularly sexual. It reminded him of how he'd idly stroke Oberon while he worked sometimes.