<strong>"So is temptation your Achilles's heel or is it fine aged tobacco hand raised in actual soil."</strong><br/>Any cigar fan would know that any cigar that was grown on a terra-planet was vastly superior to those grown and created within a mechanic closed environment, some things technology could not make better. The crack on his face went slightly higher, masking his eyes when they darted down to catch her crossing her legs in almost an inviting manner.<br/><br/><strong>"I did just have my last one, I was about to cut my break short if it was not for you, thanks."</strong><br/>Sliding a cig out of the pack, he place it center of his lips before he opening his jacket once more for the "zippo" lighter. Ansem's head tilted forward, his hands cupping the flame away from the non existent wind in the room, once the flint sparked the fire. His eyes closed and he snapped the end shut before tucking it back into the pocket. A tendril of smoke slithered out the corner of his lips a few seconds after it was lit. Eager to return to the conversation and add to their obvious flirtatious exchanges, he took the end cigarette between two fingers before he added with a low tone.<br/><strong>"I might have a little difficulty finding my bed, will you lead me to that also?" </strong>