College took the strange cigarette reluctantly and turned it over between his fingertips. Something about the old man and his offering rubbed him the wrong way. Opium was definitely not a part of the mainstream American college culture, and College couldn't help but feel a little resistance towards the strange new old drug. But it seemed to him that Opium was making it perfectly clear that he couldn't expect to have any fun with the attractive god unless he did what he wanted. How annoying Honestly, couldn't the gods do proper booty calls anymore? "I guess-" His brows furrowed slightly and he pursed his lips briefly before taking a tentative puff on the strange thing. Then he inhaled. He let out a hacking cough and slapped his chest with his free hand. He stared incredulously at the black cigarette and slowly but surely a grin spread on his face, "Fuckin' 'a, man!" He said cheerfully, and lay on his side on the bed, continuing to puff away at the cigarette. He propped himself up with his free hand. "I'm just doing Nils a favor." He said with mock bravado, "Apparently you're a man who's hard to- hard- fuck, he wants you, but he likes Icarus a lot, so here I am." He ashed the cigarette over the side of his bed, "So, really, we can do whatever you want- if you want." He licked his upper lip, "Did he tell you how spry I am?"