That felt like a threat, and Q wished it didn't give him such a twisted little thrill.

"I want you both to stay," he assured Harry, taking his glasses off and using the hem of his shirt to clean them. "I stand by what I've always said, we need to work together. So... We need to find a way to make this work. We need to be practical, rather than emotional. We all clearly all have various desires, and ignoring them isn't going to help us survive here. James is well aware of my interest in him, and I'm now aware of Harry's interest in me. ...An interest I find to be mutual. So- I suggest we all have dinner together like adults and work out the kinks, no pun intended, as best we can. We're modern men, and at least two of us are reasonable. There has to be a way we can all get along."