John is keen on indulgence to the point of hedonistic, but sometimes he's sure being out smokes is a bit an emergency.
"Right. Bless" he agrees in amusement after a long inhale. He smokes expertly - makes the habit look like something as natural as breathing, like he's just meant to be doing it. Leaning against the wall, too, John isn't so nice as to give Q quite enough personal space. He's interested enough, and doesn't feel he should let the other man forget that completely.
"Been told this was a liberal sort of state, and yet seem to be lacking all the personal freedom I'm used to on some things. Got the dirtiest look after lighting up at the airport. Can you believe that? Who doesn't want a fag first thing after a plane ride?"