Slow, smooth steps were taken — Circling, Intimidating the man cuffed to the table as an interrogation was in place. Smoke from your cigarette spiraling and dancing along with the dim lighting.

Simon's head tilted back, his eyes closed with a deep breath before they flitted back open. His gaze on you. His pupils dilating. "Care to share?" He murmured as his head tilted to the side with a sly grin.

The one thing was on his mind? Was the crave of a cigarette. And as of now, it was the very one you held between your fingers. Almost as if taunting him.