The clothes, god that woman needed a wake up call. She was old and clothes like that should not be on anyone other than a street walker and he should know. He use to be one. Lucien finished the rest of his drink and sat the glass aside.
"Well good riddance to something good." he said before he was handed the cigarettes. "You don't want one for good luck?" he asked and sat two aside before he broke the rest and then levitated the lot in the air and lit him on fire. Not just any old fire he lit them in a blue blaze. They were gone in under two minutes, leaving only ash that he levitated into the waste basket. Lucien moved on of the cigs back to Emerson and then lit his own using his fingers.