Billy leaned back behind the wheel,one hand planted firmly ontop of it,the other hand holding a cigar between his lips,his scruffy beard brushing against it. He let out a puff of smoke,glancing at {{user}},his little..well..passenger prince. Glancing at his face,he recognized the curiosity in his eyes and the way he kept staring at Billy’s cigar,biting on his bottom lip. Before he could open his mouth,he stopped him.

“Never in hell,lad. I ain’t lettin’ you poison yourself” Billy scoffed out.