Christ, Q doesn't always find smoking attractive, given he shares the habit, but John makes it look good. It's a bit unfair, really. Q thinks he looks a bit silly himself, when he smokes. Like a schoolboy sneaking a fag between classes in the boy's room, all tousled hair and red lips.
"I don't think any airport would take kindly to that, given how strict rules are these days." He shrugs a shoulder and takes another long drag of his -- well John's cigarette. "I fly exactly once a year, that's about all I can stand."