Rolling his eyes, John scoots himself onto the couch too -- not particularly far away from Q. They've done their flirting, he doesn't have to keep a huge distance. He hasn't bothered taking his coat off, because he's attached to the damn thing in ways that a man shouldn't be attached to a coat. But he is. It's a good coat.
"D'you know, I actually can." And he takes a long drag and exhales slowly, making a proper smoke ring just to show it off. It was a swell party trick back when he was in his twenties. It still kind of is, actually.