Tea crawl. Adorable. Q really doesn't seem to be doing himself any favors as far as being a stereotypical romantic British man goes, and John can't help being amused over it. "Bless," he murmurs out, and hides his very widest of smiles behind his properly poured glass of beer. And then, because he can't help himself, he steals the rest of Q's smoke in order to take the last drag.