"I hate it too. I guess I'm a bit of a contradiction in that sense but I find it does just the trick for nerves." He was always a bit rattled, given his childhood it was expected but he had never quite gotten a proper grip on it. Cigarettes helped to quell the anxiety he had over that - anxiety over anxiety. It was almost laughable how stupid that was.

"Look, son, don't take it personally but you wouldn't have the stomach for it. I dunno if I like you or not but I do know that I don't feel any ill-will. Yet."

So far, he was mostly just amused by him. And sometimes a little turned on, perhaps. Not that he wanted to focus on it. "You best not follow."