[That caught him off guard. Really, he didn't expect the guy to have anything on him--and not sporting such goods, either. He reaches out with a hand that jerks to a halt as his native language suddenly rolls from the other's lips, and, blinking, the Spaniard will pull off his communicator to set it on the counter.]
[It's as easy as breathing to slip back into his old tongue, and he'll pluck a cigarette with a murmured thank you. He has a lighter on him, at least. Maybe. Fishing around in his pockets for that, now.]
True that. [Not even going to comment on the pizza he's eating, the man is the bringer of all that is holy in his mind.] But life's too short to worry about bad habits, eh? Everything's bad for you, if you don't take it in moderation.