"Now, now, Junior," Q scolded, casting a look at his son, trying his best to mimic one of those warning glances Janeway always gave him, "let's not disturb the little Sword. The vampire's seer would be cross with us for revealing things we shouldn't and tattle to her precious Powers. And believe me, young one, you do not want to piss off the Powers. They are more trouble than they are worth. You'll learn, you'll learn."
He ignored Jaina for a moment, shaking his head at Anakin's protests, then turned to her. "We are Q. I am Q. And this--" in a flash, he vanished and appeared once again next to Anakin, leaning one arm on the man's shoulder "--is my ward. It's in just wonderful? The big boys upstairs don't want him big dark and asthmatic again, so I've been given the joyous task of keeping an eye on him."
Anakin rolled his eyes at this, swatting Q's arm away from him and glaring at the world around him in obvious displeasure.