The smoke hung in the air around them, the perfect mixture of their substances as Marijuana inhaled deeply, inhaling both the power he received from another immortal using his substance and the smoke from his own joint. She kissed his neck, though, and Marijuana did his best not to react. The image of pale, jutting hipbones and hazel eyes took care of that right away as he kissed her affectionately on the forehead and spun her out from his body with a giggle and a tight clasp on her hand. When he brought her back in, her back was against his chest, his hands on her hips and he dropped his chin to rest it on her shoulder. There, she couldn't kiss him, tempt him. Hopefully.