Q could feel his wrist starting to swell slightly. Sprained, most likely. Though he remained still, only barely showing any signs that he was in pain. However, he couldn't stop himself from gasping as the man briefly tightened his grip before letting go.

"Of course," the stranger replied, holding Olvier's gaze for a long moment. "He's all yours, I was just saying goodnight."

The man paid for his drinks, then Q's as well. "I hope to see you again, Quinton. Tomorrow, maybe?"

Q nodded a bit, but stayed silent as he got to his feet to leave with the other agent.