Lighting a cigarette, he hums appreciatively as the smoke whirls in his lungs. He exhales slowly smoke dancing in the sky as he places his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The cigarette burns bright, hung loosely between his lips. He gives a sideways, almost cocky grin.

Well, hello, there. He drawls, plucking the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand. His tongue dances around his words, a southern lilt so sweet it drips like honey.