Despite it not being his fault, despite Q not being able to help the fact that he has no idea what has been going on, he still feels unsettled and uneasy with what he feels to be a weakness, something he should be able to overcome. But James is being good to him right now. He's not pushing anything. He's gentle. Q wishes it didn't have to be like this right now, but what can he do? What else can he do?
He watches with a little smile on his face as James performs the task of taking out, lighting, and passing over the cigarette with just one hand. It's impressive and really rather endearing. Or sexy. Q's tempted to go for sexy.
"Very suarve, Mr. Bond," he says, drawing in a lungful of nicotine and licking his lips. It's odd. Cravings are odd. He closes his eyes and releases the stream of smoke into the air with a little hum of happiness. "One might even say it was rather sexy, if one was in the position to flirt with you."