He's lighting up a cigarette as he walks, slowly pulling it from the pack and putting the filter to his lips when he sees Ianto - the first soul of the night. Gloved hands retreat for a book of matches in his breast pocket as he surveys Ianto carefully, determining his use. And he smiles as he waves out the match before directing course his way. Matches slipping back into his pocket and smoke unlit, he puts on a practiced smile.]