He let out a deep, hearty laugh that echoed through the room. "Turned the tables now, have we, Cupcake?"
He reached into his pocket and removed a small metal box. Flipping it open, he removed a single hand rolled cigarette. He then retrieved a small lighter. After putting flame to paper, he sat them on the table and gestured to them as communal property. A single long drag and he blew the thin gray smoke into the air.
"Tell you what," he leaned across the table and lingered close to her for a second. "Ask me any question you want - but for every question you ask I get to ask one of you. We both have to answer honestly."
He leaned back, clenching the cigarette between his teeth with a smug grin on his face.