While Q had gone in the back way, Bond chose nothing so subtle. He sauntered in the front door, remarkably out of place in his dark blue Tom Ford with the pinstriped shirt and subtle navy tie. He made for the bar and got a scotch, then slowly wheeled around the room. He had his eye out for one particular individual, the one Q was searching for on the tape. He made his way to the VIP area where the cameras were lax and had a peek, but the target was nowhere to be found. Likely long gone.

And so with scotch in hand he ducked through a door and found not just Q but a small party in its own right.

He stood in the doorway, a hint of amusement on his lips as he listened to the three on the topic of sex and love.

"Don't mind me," he said.