It's late and you're out in the cold having a smoke on your own. Well, you want to but your lighter doesn't work. After letting out an annoyed grumble, a gravelly voice speaks up behind you, making you turn with the dry cigarette still between your lips.

"Need help, sugar?" with a smirk, Graves makes his way towards you with his own lit cigarette between his lips. He stops when he's right in front of you and leans down to gently touch your cigs together, his pretty face so close to yours.