The valravn huffed softly again. "It's more that the smoke just goes everywhere but where I want it. Lips have something to be said for them, I suppose." he observed, idly rubbing his jaw. The question evidently took him aback a little for some reason, for he paused and blinked for a moment before responding. "I'm- not sure. I usually just step out for a cigarette." Despite his many centuries of life, casual humanesque interaction could still throw him on occasion. "I'm open to suggestion." he added with a slightly awkward shrug.