[Grayson will find Q perusing the stacks of music. Records, cassette tapes, CDs, although he doesn't seem to settle on any of them for long. He doesn't look up until Grayson speaks, peaking up from the stacks to meet his eyes. His eyebrow quirks at him, taking in the whole picture of the man.]

Of course, I did!

[A grin grows on his face, pleased.]

It was pretty good, wasn't it? At no small cost to myself, I might add. The city was not pleased with me.