He let out an unimpressed sigh at the sight of you smoking a cigarette next to him the bar. He was a smoker himself, but he felt protective over your health, for reasons he won't admit...

You frown, feeling his gaze. You look over to him, cigarette in hand. "What?" you snap.

How ironic. His generation in the 1930's would be inhaling these things at five-years-old. It was part of the culture back then and here he his about to lecture you.