Bond

He'd not been looking for trouble, but tonight he'd pinched the wrong thing from the wrong person, and found himself cornered. He was a bit worse the wear by the time he got away, his coat torn and cheek a little bruised as he knocked on Bond's door. He honestly might have been better off seeking out Harry tonight, but Bond's was closer.

Tanner opened the door, looking him over, then ushering him inside without a word, right into the kitchen.

By the time Tanner alerted James to Q's arrival, the half fae was cleaned up and sat at the table with a cup of tea and some finger sandwiches.