Just a bit. Like all of us.

-With these words full of a garbage attitude, he tooks the first taste of these burning smoke, his throat feels so good when the heats up and is one of the only things that his expression can confess.

He sighs the smoke out. Looking her with these red deep eyes, they are like two molten rocks but at the same time like dry ice.-

I'm John, and dont suicide here. I dont want more problems.

Ah. Why your question about smoking at our first meet?