"Got all de time in de word, petit," he replied, playful and self-assured as he flicked his own cigarette away to free up a hand a pull her face to his in a kiss. The cigarette disappeared over the edge of the roof before disintegrating in a soft 'pop' as it blew up. His other hand slipped his cards into a pocket so he could lean forward and brace them both while pushing her onto her back. He'd stop if she resisted, of course, but he wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth or not go for the score when it was sitting so tantalizingly close.