[Hn, he doesn't like being goaded. Fuck you Reid, he call stall all he wants.
In fact he makes a point of it, taking out another cigarette.] Satisfied but never sated. [Cigarette between his lips, he says this indifferently.]
But I don't have much of a sleeve at the moment. [What with all these eyes on him. And plans are fickle, stiff things. He likes things to unfold with natural grace.]