Quentin turns his hand to captures her's in his grip squeezing her palm lightly and flashing her a smile as he takes a sip of his tea. There is a slight lurch as the train begins to move forward but it is fairly smooth and doesn't put their drinks at risk.

"So, lunch isn't for a few hours. What would you like to do after tea?"

He inquires, there wasn't a bevy of things to do on the train but they could go to the lounge car, watch the scenery drift by, converse, read a book. They had a few options to keep themselves entertained on the way to London.