He snuffs out a cigarette on your book. "Hm? Why are you here?" He asked, his eyes pressed to a point, a small smirk sprouted on his face like he was expecting you to say something awful or troublesome.

"Aren't you like," He makes a halo over his head, signaling that you're an angel. He hopes you don't know that he knows. That he was there when the janitor caught you.

"Come on," He says. "Live a little." He slides a cigarette toward you. His dark brown tail sways a little, his dark brown wolf ears twitching.