Bond poured two glasses and brought one over to Q at the window.

"It's lovely, isn't it? I love this city. I love England," he said. When Q took the glass he slipped an arm around the man's waist and then pulled him close with one rough jerk. His fingers dug in too hard. His eyes on Q, his mouth was a placid line and there was a heat in his eyes.

"And still...I'd rather look at you."