"You cannot hide your true feelings from me, Picard," Q simpers, a childlike gleam in his eyes. It fades after a time. "Pity. I was beginning to think we were getting somewhere, but here we are right back where we started."

Q disappears in a flash and reappears behind Picard, wearing the vestments of an eighteenth-century French admiral, large hat and all.

"I'm not finished with these people, Jean-Luc, and neither are you. I suggest you grow used to the idea that I am the one in control of this ship. After all, you're merely a captain, Captain." The sound of cannon fire can be heard, as if it is coming from within the room, and following in its wake the cacophony of swords clashing and sailors yelling. Q clasps his hands behind his back, clicking his heels smartly. "However, I do see your point, as dull as it may be. The people must fear and respect me if I am to lead them, and they can only do that if they get to know me and how ... magnanimous I can be. Mm, yes, I shall take this under advisement."

Another flash, and he appears on the other side of the room. "But don't let this go to your head, captain."