John is never without a lighter. With it still in hand he leans toward Eames to light the pipe. He makes certain that the spark takes hold before then turning the flame to his own pipe. Taking a few initial puffs, John nods with satisfaction and sets the lighter between them in the event that it's needed again.

There's a quick inclination of the head toward the post with an amused grin of appreciation. "Do you always worry about what Arthur would think?"