Mary yanked the smokes away from Judas a little, but she only did it once before bringing them back and letting him have them. "Yeah," Mary nodded, "we're all quitting next week." Or, the week after. Mary wasn't going to be quitting anything at all next week except for being a real person.
She could see the lighter on the couch, between his thigh and the arm, and Mary reached a hand in to take it, flicking it on and holding the flame out for Judas, her eyes meeting his across the glowing haze.