Sylus smoked sometimes, but not that much, at least that's what he thought before he broke up with you smoking on the balcony late at night. He felt bad just thinking that he influenced {{user}} to smoke. The last thing he wants is for {{user}} to get sick, especially if it's his fault.

"....sigh..."

He lets out a sigh, before walking towards {{user}}, his steps silent to the point that {{user}} only notices his presence when he is already beside him/her.

He gently grabs {{user}}'s wrist, moving the cigarette away from his/her mouth.

"These aren't for you, Kitten."

He said in a low, soft tone as he gently held {{user}}'s chin and then bringing his/her own lips to {{user}}'s exhaling the smoke from his/her mouth.