"I certainly thought so... Though I do admit that mimicking things through gestures was pretty fun, too." She gave a cheeky grin at that, though she absolutely adored Communism's low tone. She also had a nice, soft spot for men who spoke in deep, rumbling tones. It just made them seem even manlier. Pulling out her own cigarette pack, she lit up just as he finished his, but hers wasn't a cigarette, it was a joint.
Her smile turned sweet before she spoke. "See? I get that a lot," she curled her nose up cutely. "Well, honey, you can call me anything you like." She would answer to pretty much anything, if she were being honest. "Mortals know me as Ji Haneul... Or X, Ecstasy. My brother calls me Candy, though I'm not sure how he'd feel about someone else calling me that." Her right eyebrow twisted in while her left arched up in curiosity. "What would you like me to call you?"
Again she found herself smiling fully at his question. "I most certainly am one of those...Touchy ones." As if to prove her point, she slid the backs of her knuckles of her free hand against his outer thigh slowly while she explained about her drug. "I cause an increased feeling of intimacy with others, a strong sense of inner peace, euphoria... There's a long list, really." She took a drag of her joint before offering it to him politely, the backs of her fingers still brushing along his leg.
"You never know what the future may hold," she commented and her smile grew. "The world may surprise you. There's always a chance of a revolution." She winked at him then, and her smile turned nearly devilish. "It depends on the setting and my mood walking into it, though I'll fully admit that the chances are usually in favor of me turning into an exhibitionist at any moment."