Q just nods, taking a bite of scone. He would have thought someone like Lucius Malfoy lay in til all hours. The idle rich, right? He swallows hastily. "Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't," he protests. "Just that it's better tea than I usually have." Q looks around, desperate for a topic that won't make him sound like a prat. A hopeless venture. "You have a lovely house," he says at last.