Nicholai clicks his tongue to the inside of his teeth, making a small noise that seems to be misplaced. "So that's the base." He had seen it on the way here, but he had ignored it for the most part - he had other things to deal with on the flight.
But now, he's got HUNK to deal with. And his patience is slowly trickling to empty.
The cigarette rolls across pale lips and Nicholai picks up the pace a bit.
"You shouldn't pick up used cigarettes, Death. You might catch a disease." It's almost sing-song, but more taunting than anything. If HUNK wants to play games, Ginovaef will milk him until he's spent. And then, he'll be left alone for the night.
Just the way he wants it.
"I hope you catch something, filthy American whore." He's at Death's side now, half leaning over like the feral creature he is. His hair is a bit longer than it was in Raccoon, but it's still cut short and slicked back.