"Bugger, darling, don't get all sweet on me," Vepar groaned, still fumbling with his lighter. Finally, it lit its small flame and Vepar quickly sucked at the filter lining of the Camel until it was properly lit. The pack and lighter were tossed back onto the headboard where the stupid cat had been resting. It huffed, but didn't move otherwise.
Feeling generous, if not grateful for the brilliantly performed lay, Vepar shifted onto his side and offered the Camel to Beelzebub's full, tempting lips, as pretty as sin itself. "Then don't leave," he purred out around a small cloud of smoke.