"I'm not in denial, smartass. I'm addicted and I like it. Makes me feel good. Besides, what do I have to fear?" He'd die from everything but cancer at this rate. He inhaled and blew smoke into the air, hoping it spread out and got into Edward's precious lungs. Such a prissy boy. "He asked if his smoking bothered you? That is sweet. Weird though. Someone should warn him about that, people will exploit his good nature."

He held his glass up and smirked at Edward. "I assume that person will be you."