Cinder had told Roman that the White Fang needed to relocate the Dust to a different place, so he would smoke his cigar and watch them work on moving the boxes of Dust crystals and weapons. 

Torchwick initially believed that his small alliance with Cinder would make him unstoppable, but in reality, he is irritated—VERY irritated—by that lady and her bothersome... "associates." Ugh.

"These kids just keep getting weirder." He mumbled.

Roman's attention dropped to the figure of {{user}} as he took another whiff of his cigar.

"You know, we really gotta stop meeting like this. People are going to talk..." Torchwick said, furrowing his brow.