"What would be weird is if he'd seen them without my knowledge." Severus offered, taking another drag.
At her comment, he made mild effort to blow the smoke in the direction opposite from her, tilting his lips in a sort of sneer before releasing the breath.
"You are aware that it only harms your lungs if your the one smoking them, right? Otherwise it does hardly anything." How many times had he argued this with people? Too many. He was getting tired of it. It really wasn't as terrible of a habit as people made it out to be. Especially with as relaxing and intoxicating and delicious it was. The sad thing was that it was the closest he had to sex, these days.
God, he missed sex. But Severus refused to even put himself in a position where a sexual relationship might arise. He still feared the guilt afterwards...
Nothing, she said. Forget it was mentioned. Not important, bullshit. Yes, he wasn't curious at all now.
"Sirius said a lot of bullshit," Severus pressed. "I knew him for years. Trust me. A lot of bullshit. Care to elaborate?