“Riveting being the polite word for it.” Tobacco smirked, fingers twitching, reaching for a cigarette that wasn’t there. Damn these bans, they wouldn’t be the death of him just a far bigger inconvenience then he cared to let on to.
“Seems like everyone has a trench to crawl out of these days.” The world was changing forcing gods and mortals alike to adapt to things they had never considered. “Now, now I wouldn't be a proper vice if I didn't kill people and there's still plenty more to go around."