When Ben gestured for him to come closer, 9E obeyed, rolling straight up into his arms. Much like his master, the droid had developed a liking for affection. But only from those he knew and trusted, Ben certainly being one of those people. He blipped and chirped up at the dark-haired man, trying to convey what the problem was.
All the while, Armitage would clasp his hands behind his back, casually walking in a circle around his boyfriend. "I didn't bring him into any of the portals, no. But he did take a tumble the other day. Maybe it knocked something loose?"
Those hyper vigilant eyes were on Ben the entire time. He could smell the cigarette smoke, vaguely. But there wasn't enough evidence to pin it to his boyfriend just yet. There was even a stubbed-out cigarette butt close by, but again, Armitage couldn't prove that it belonged to Ben. The only incriminating thing about the whole situation was Ben's projected guilty conscience. And maybe, that was enough.
He crouched down next to Ben, sneaking a kiss to his cheek while he worked -- And oh, he didn't need to kiss his mouth to confirm his suspicions. Armitage could easily smell the smoke on his clothes. Immediately, the ginger would go from calm and collected to mission mode, blatantly looking around to see if he could find the container of unused cigarettes, which was surely around here somewhere..