"Cinnamon, really?" Lorcan said, mulling it over. "I can't say I have ever tried that one, but it is a nice scent. Do you like just the taste or the scent as well?" He inquired. He knew, for whatever reason, that he usually smelled like whatever scent people liked most. It was always sort of fun to find out, and he never really gave it too much thought. Likely it was a predatory trait, something to draw people in and lower their guards and truthfully he enjoyed it.
He watched as Theodore raised his cigarette to his lips and lit it with his wand, he let his gaze linger there for a few moments before letting out a slight laugh. A rebel without a cause, at least in this place, he thought with a wry grin.
"There is a very fine line between pain and pleasure," he said with a knowing look in his eyes. "The trick is knowing when to cross it and how far to go."