What was left of his cigarette met lips and he chuckled a little before taking the finishing drag. They were probably too poorly angled to flick the butt over the side so he just dropped it on the ground and put it out with the heel of his boot. Ashtrays be damned. He exhaled the smoke when he finally spoke, not really making a show of it, "I think the sharks might actually snub that offering. I would." If he were a shark anyhow.
He looked Res up and down then asked totally earnestly and without a hint of flirting, "How much metal and ink?" Like it was important.