Opium smirked. "The haze is sweet, isn't it. Just a little one this time, just something to get you all relaxed and feeling good." There was almost a purr to his voice as he moved closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, lighting up a cigarette himself and taking a slow inhale off it. "He told me all about Icarus," Opium hummed. "He sounds like a good boy. But even Nihilism smokes for me and always has - since the day his little spark found a pretty young body to inhabit. And you intrigue me. Or at least your enthusiasm and eagerness to... help intrigues me." He flicked a bit of ash in his palm and shifted to bring his knee back up on the bed. "He did mention that I would have my hands full with you. But I like what I see and that certainly is a benefit." He didn't answer to what he wanted to do, simply watched for a moment before saying, "I am a man of many pleasures and in my time have experienced many things. My curiosity is more to do with what it is you desire of me." Not to say he'd get it, but at least Opium's curiosity would be satiated.