When he returns, it's with cigarettes, both already lit, and hands one over before arranging himself rather rudely on Q, laying horizontal to the other man's vertical, head right on his stomach. "Someday," he says, because he's a bloody mind reader or something.
Anyway, he can watch movies at his own flat, when there aren't stupidly gorgeous distractions and better things to do. He takes a slow drag from his smoke and exhales with a happy sigh.