"...Oh. Bond didn't tell me he was sending anyone down," he said, though now he wasn't sure that was true. Maybe he had? Q had been looking for more hands down here after all.

"You know, given that I'm, apparently, practically married to that man, he's not very good at communicating with me," he muttered, sipping his tea and then looking thoughtful.

Getting to his feet, he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt, then looked Eliot over. He wasn't some water rat, that much was obvious... Ah, wait, he did remember this one. John had brought him aboard. Magic user then.

"What school of magic do you use, and what's your specialty?" he asked as he slipped his glasses back on.