Ian's cigarette was about halfway done when he peered back down into the cigarette packet and at the pills yet again. He stuffed them back into his pocket and pulled out his old, rusted zippo lighter. It was a memento from his grandfather who had served in the military long ago. It used to have an inscription, but it had long since faded, a few words could be made out here or there, but it was largely unintelligible. He tossed it in the air in the hopes of being able to catch it.

A cog was thrown into this plan when he received a tap on the shoulder. It startled him slightly and he ended up brushing the lighter with the hand he intended to catch it and was forced to trip forward and do a sort of defacto juggling act to catch it. He turned, a grimace having grown on his face as he pushed some hair that had gotten misplaced in the act out of his face. He soon regained his composure though, and stuck his hands in his pockets, lighter still in hand as he walked back to the girl who had tapped his shoulder. 

Surprisingly enough to him, she wanted him to smoke his cigarette elsewhere. A slightly confused look flashed across his visage for a second or so before he turned his head to look at the open window that his smoke was lightly drifting into. A smirk grew upon his face, he took out his cigarette between his finger and blew what smoke remained in his mouth out the side of said mouth.
[color=Lime]"I mean I suppose I could"[/color] He spoke, his voice as monotone as ever. [color=Lime]"But you could also close that window up there"[/color] He explained, pointing to said window with the hand he held his cigarette in. [color=Lime]"Or alternatively just enjoy the fresh alpine breeze mixed with the [i]heavenly[/i] scent of nicotine"[/color] He joked, a grin replacing the cocky smirk. He scratched his nose with his thumb before speaking for a last time. [color=Lime]"That being said, I'm nothing if not a dandy old gentleman. Care for a cigarette yourself? Or must I put out this wee thing?"[/color] His masquerade of being posh had been blown by that small synonym of 'little' at the end, he hoped it hadn't been noticed. Staying true to his word, Ian retrieved the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, flipped the lid open with his thumb and offered them to the girl.