Q looked unamused, but he didn't argue.

"Why do I get the feeling I wont be pleased to hear what they have to say?" he asked dryly, offering a sigh as he finished his tea. "Hmm, I will see you later, double-o seven. ...Do feed Oberon for me, it's past his tea time you know."

And just like that, without so much as a 'goodbye', the young Quartermaster headed off to hail a cab.