As soon as Q steps inside, he feels at ease, back in familiar surroundings once more, even in darkness. Any lingering tension in his frame gradually leeches away as he removes his coat, and with it goes whatever reservation he had left about the whole cocoa affair.

He turns towards Wesley, eyes glinting in the dim light that filters in through the windows, appraising and just a touch expectant.

"... You're not expecting guests, today?"