"The hackers?" Q echoed, wrinkling his nose a little. "Corporate espionage is for plebs and those void of a conscience and ambition. As for 'the hackers', they'd be blessed to earn a moment of my time or attention."

He paused a beat, finishing his drink and gingerly placing the empty glass aside.

"As for orgies, you'd have to invite my husband along before I'd be inclined- But I don't think he'd have to work very hard at getting an invite. ...This is serious though, Robin. I need some help. There's something very bad in the works for England. Something I'd like to nip in the bud- And one of the key players may have been meeting someone here, in your club."

He really didn't want to say all of this in front of Felix, but desperate times and all that.