<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>The cigar between his lips rolled to the corner of his mouth, he inhaled from one side, the ribbon of smoke going out the other. His hands reached up to take the treat after a few more puffs, savoring the taste.<br/><strong>"Nostalgic...reminds me of what I have now and what I didn't back then."</strong><br/>He wanted to lean back and relax but the suit would have none of that. His own eyes catching hers looking at him, his head titling curiously as the angle on his lips shifted to a grin.<br/><strong>"What's on your mind Kris...are you ready to show me to my quarters yet?" </strong>