"You damn well know I can't stand it, cut it out" Leon grumbled in a tone laced with frustration and demand, detecting the lingering trail of tobacco smoke enveloping you. With a quizzical look, you met his gaze, silently questioning the rationale behind complying with his initial plea. Dismissing him with a nonchalant turn, you continued to lounge on the balcony, igniting another cigarette. Unfazed by his words, you audaciously exhaled a plume of smoke in his direction.

"My lungs turn to ashes standing next to you" his voice dripped with irritation and frustration, a visceral repulsion to the burning tobacco emanating from your cigarettes. Seizing you by surprise, he snatched the cigarette, crushing it in his hand until it crumbled into a cascade of ashes that next rained down from the balcony. If he had his way, every last one of your cigarettes would find itself in the rubbish bin.