"I'm hardly alone in that regard," Q says. "'By that sin fell the angels' after all." He grins. "You'd hardly need a microscope to study trolls. One of their more endearing traits actually."
"Well, he let you think that. Or not you, but some of his other followers. Why'd you even get involved with him Severus? You're scarcely the type." Q rolls his eyes. "Good heavens yes! It's really amazing we've managed to survive as a species as long as we have."
"You think so?" Q beams. "He's quite a nice turtle. He has a little aquarium on top of my piano. I sing to him. I think he likes that." Q's eyes widen. "Did he...did he kill himself?" He makes a face. "ICK! Mulciber isn't to be borne at all. But Sethlans might be all right. He could be called Seth. Not Romulus." He's quite emphatic about it. "It makes us sound like a circus act."
"So is professor," Q protests, albeit feebly. He nods at the assessment, chagrined at any error. "I shall practice most diligently, I promise. No orange will be safe around me." He holds up his hand as if swearing an oath. "Thank you. So other than mutilating oranges and the wolvesbane potion essay, is there anything else you want me to work on?"