( Ordinarily, he'd say something along the lines of nice trick with that supposed sleight of hand work there, but. Given the fact that his head is currently trying to split itself in half with little to no sign of it stopping any time soon, he instead just plucks the pack from her fingers and fishes a cigarette out of it.
Placing the stick between his lips, he lifts his other hand and... no lighter. Right. That would have been in his coat pocket. Looking to her again, he mumbles around the unlit smoke. )
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Placing the stick between his lips, he lifts his other hand and... no lighter. Right. That would have been in his coat pocket. Looking to her again, he mumbles around the unlit smoke. )
Got a light to go with it?
( Because he sure as hell doesn't. )