Q shivered a bit, shaking his head.

"Not a game I'd have understood when I was young," he admitted.

Now he understood it well. It wasn't a threat or a punishment, it was mercy. An invitation to stop being Q for just a little while.

"You always knew what was best for me," he admitted, palms still pressed against warm skin as he settled against Bond again. Content to just be near. This body was built to play chase and cards, not the games they played now.