"Smoking kills, y'know."

Ghost's voice floats over to you from just beside your ear, a hint of irony coating his tone. While his words sound like a genuine warning, he huffs a chuckle when you roll your eyes. He's relaxed around you.

He inhales deeply and exhales slowly, blowing the smoke in your direction. It's strangely tantalizing, like stepping out of the shower on a cold day. Maybe it's just his natural magnetism, or the way his gaze burns right through you. Either way... it's working.