"Mmm, you might have to show me some of the modern guns, I havne't held one since 19...something," he said with a grin, before leaning back in his chair and waving over a waiter.
After a moment of discussion and a healthy bribe, the waiter returned with two fine, illigally imported cuban cigars that he offered to them.
Arsine took one, clipping the end and leaning over to light it on the candle.