Marek lifted his hand to hold the cigarette between two fingers when Duke lit it, and took a long drag before exhaling, then grinned. He had missed Duke, and his bad influence, and his shamelessness. Things would be different now, of course, and he was going to have to explain that before Duke tried to get him to suck anything else. Or at least when he tried to get him to suck something else. A little bit of flirting wasn't that bad, though.
"How much have you had, then?" he asked, expecting to hear that Duke had already lost count of his drinks and possibly (probably) other party favors. That would be like the life of the party he remembered. "I have to decide if I'm going to try to catch up with you or not."