"Not me dat disagree, petit. You got ta take dat argument up wit de cards."
He shrugged and reached across her, fingers dipping into his coat pocket - which conveniently lay right over her left breast - to fish out the pack and completely accidentally-on-purpose brush up on that lovely lump of skin through the fabric. Mischievousness in his glowing eye, he held the pack up for her to take another if she wanted.