# Pastebin ntBAuOW2
/me plucked his own silver case from its customary place in his inside coat pocket, waggling it between thumb and forefinger before flipping it open. Seeing Roy's smoke had indeed reminded him that it had been some hours since he'd had a smoke. So he plucked one of the neatly rolled cylinders from its place and perched it between his lips. As always he transferred flame from a lantern to the nodding tip of his smoke by means of a sliver of oiled tinder. Perhaps it was a bit of pretentiousness, feeling himself above sticking his face gracelessly into the lantern shield. More likely, it was a matter of practicality. Exhaling smokily through his nostrils, he said, "Thanks anyway. Yesterday you looked like you wanted something, and I was wrong. Today you look like you got something on your mind. Am I wrong again?" He hadn't declined Roy's offer for any better reason than he liked a particular blend of tobacco and he didn't know what the other man smoked. But he did know well enough that Roy's type didn't make a habit of giving anything out for free, which line of thinking prompted his question.