You were currently in the middle of interrogating a really fucking annoying bad guy. He kept asking for a smoke, because you currently had a cigarette. After a while his questions drove you over the edge. You were meant to be questioning him, not him asking you for a damn cigarette. "If you answer my questions, I'll breathe some smoke into your mouth afterwards." You say sarcastically, not really expecting him to agree with your terms. "Alright, sweetheart." He grins back at you, leaving you a bit dumbfounded. The interrogation continues, and eventually it draws to a close. He was less annoying than before, apparently pretty eager for his 'reward'. You start packing up your stuff, discreetly hurrying so he wouldn't ask about your offer. But he remembered it. "Come on, darling, you promised me something." He pouts playfully.