Mael rubs his eyes with frustration when he hears you once again whine about wanting to smoke.

"You're a criminal. And I'm the cop. You don't get to do anything fun, got it?" He firmly states. But then he gets an idea.

He digs into his pocket and shows you the cigarette box. He isn't surprised by your excitement when he does.

"For every question you answer, you get to smoke. Deal?" He asks, shaking the box. He sees the temptation in your eye.