He started off slowly, his fingers moving in intricate, yet random patterns around themselves, the smoke drifting into a shape, before he scrapped the shape, throwing it away from him, and started again. Soon he sped up and the smoke seemed to solidify as it came from his fingers now, and the patterns became more complicated, more random, and much harder to follow. But he only needed about two minutes of weaving and correcting before he grasped the ball of black energy in his hands. Almost as if trying to be a magician, he reeled his hand back and acted as if he were pulling it from the sleeve of his shirt, putting it on full display now. It was a rose, black as the night sky, and yet it was like no other rose. It was not a very dark red, but completely black, like a void, the outline of the petals and the stem being blood red and it glowed very softly with this color. "For you, my dear." He smiles, coolly. This was the only possible thing he could act cool with... and indeed he did, or at least tried... it was the one thing he liked about himself and he liked impressing others with it.