The glasses suited Q, in a boyish nerdy sort of way, and John has to admit he's nearly sad to see them go. Not too sad because, really, he'd only known the frames for a few moments, and so can't completely bemoan their loss.
John isn't the sort to sip beer -- he's not that kind of British, he never learned that kind of proper, so instead he just drinks it. Normally.
"Exactly right," he agrees, with a definitive little nod. "Near waste of monies just to get the bed made in the morning. And honest?" He smiles again, and this time he goes for the gold with it, just to see if Q blushes easily (and John suspects he does). It's a fun game that he's making up on the spot. "Was just bored with all the same so moved."