Somehow John can see Q micromanaging the world from behind a set of computer screens, all wicked smiles and pushing glasses back up the bridge of his nose. It's terrifying in a laughable sort of way. "When you get around to it, I'd like a bit of England for my own, ta."
He hadn't planned on stopping, so doesn't -- but does give a bit more of a hard ruffle in playfulness before continuing. "Might have gone, but was busy fancying myself a rock star."