Bond was certain that a single pint for the Quartermaster was absolutely 'heavy drinking' but he didn't feel the need to tease too much this evening.
There was a great victory won today, in part out of a fluke of a stroppy blonde with a broadsword, but also in the part of the Agency working like clockwork in a hell of a crisis. For all his bravado, Bond was proud of the other agents. Even the frail little Q.
"You performed admirably, Q. I suppose they'll be putting you up for a promotion or some bloody rubbish."