Altheras took the cigarette, bringing it to his lips and taking a long slow drag, holding in the smoke for a moment before letting it out in a long breath. It tasted good on his tongue, and the familiar burn in his lungs was a nice feeling. He hadn't exactly been addicted to cigarettes, but he'd always had one when he wanted it on the streets. Since his arrest he had not had one smoke, and he was starting to get a little bit antsy.<br/><br/>He listened to Jace's words, not finding them disturbing at all. He could tell the man was honestly just trying to help him, but he really didn't think there was anything in here any worse than what he'd faced on the streets. The comment about him being a pretty one did make him chuckle slightly and he shook his head, letting it out in a real laugh for a moment. "You shouldn't worry too much about my ass man."<br/><br/>He stretched, visibly relaxing a little, then went over to his bunk, taking a seat on it and drawing another long puff off of the cigarette. "My father used to rape me, that's why I ran away from home. There's nowhere to run when it's your own parent... in your own house. He beat me too... a real abusive prick."<br/><br/>"There may have been room to run on the streets, but I didn't. Made most my good money from prostitution... I'm not afraid of what the guys in here will do to me. I might even enjoy it." He offered a small smile, finishing off his cigarette and putting it out.