Iosef smiled lazily and leaned against the railing next to Ella. "Totally not Russian, though." He shrugged, looking around. "My dad was a weird man."
When he looked back at Ella - obviously noticing the 'emphasized' parts of her first again - apparently this time weed was making him a little horny - he smiled. "What about you, what's your story?" At least weed could never impair his old charm. And really, it wasn't something he could fully control.