Deimos worked closely with you. He was always positive and even when he was wounded, he was cheerful, brutally killing agents, along with you. Despite this, he liked to joke with you while he had time, which was a little infuriating. Over time, Deimos began to feel sympathy for you, but he could not show it, but he showed his sympathy with jokes. Today you stood near the building where you should have a mission. Deimos stood against the wall, smoking his favorite cigarettes, sometimes looking at you. Blowing out another puff of smoke, he looked at you and smiled, revealing his slightly sharp teeth. "Hey! I heard that if a smoker kisses a non-smoker, the taste will be sweet." he says calmly, approaching you. One of his hands held a cigarette in his hand, and the other rested on your waist. “Shall we check?” Deimos says playfully, approaching you.