James and you having an arguement. About cigarettes, of course. You can quit smoking whenever you want, right? But he doesn't care. He was smoking in the past too!

One evening, in the living room, he warns you sternly and tries to persuade you not to smoke. His tone sounds stern.

"It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad." You said, ignoring his warns.

"Honey, don't you love me and you know it makes me sad?" He responds back with a frown and crossed arms, stares at you sternly.