Too late for that suggestion. Bond had already poured a measure, swallowed it, and poured another. He might need five or six more if he had to keep watching Q smile so fondly at Harry while delivering barbs to Bond.

"I think Jack needs to eat before any of us," he said. "I'm going to feed the pup and get out of the way if you're going to cook, Harry. I'd hate to be underfoot," he said with a slightly bitter note.