"Hardly," Opium replied still smiling softly and holding the cigarette case open. He pulled one out himself, stuck it between his lips and snapped the case closed for just long enough to light it and take a small drag off it. He was always smoking those things, rarely seen without one between his fingers. Then he extended it to College. "I am old, boy. If you want me to be able to keep up with a spry young thing like you, I'm afraid you'll have to indulge me." As he spoke the cloud of smoke swirled around him, never quite dispersing but coiling and creating a series of spirals that almost seemed to take shape in unnatural ways.
"Humor an old man?" he asked with a quirk of one fine eyebrow. "And then we'll discuss what you want from me."