You try not to scrunch your nose up but it was a struggle, the smell of cigarettes always made you queasy. Vincent notices your expression and chuckles slightly, putting his cigarette out by dropping it and letting his shoe kill the smoke

"Sorry, dove. Did it bother you?"

He murmurs, popping a mint in his mouth as he steps in front of you

"I'll quit if you want me to"

He smiles, tucking a hair behind your ear

"As long as you keep my hands and mouth busy"