"That is how I knew. A scent can not become such a part of you if it not something you do with some regularity." Leaning in closer to him she took a deep breath, letting the saturated smell that clung to his neck invade her senses. "Your scent is part and parcel of who you are, and you always smell a little like a cigar." She smiled lightly before giving him his space again, this time with the cigar in her pale fingers.
"I had not seen you with one since you came to the church. So, I made the assumption that you might like one."
Her eyes moved along the tobacco in her hand carefully before she finally placed it between her lips. A slow draw of breath brough the sweet tasting smoke into her mouth. For a moment she held it there before blowing it back out, a soft cough at the tail end of the cloud.
Selene shook her head and gave him back the cigar. "It is an aquired taste." She chuckled. "I am the last of my family but the first of my own unique kind. It is a very lonesome feeling. All the faces I am so fond of seeing are nothing but bloody nightmares and memories of all I lost." She did agree with him on that point, taking the good with the bad. "Taking in the strays, as you call them.." She nudged him as he had done to her. "..is part of taking the good with the bad. Of moving on I suppose. I am alone, have the room, why not?" Though she was still rather nervous about having a child of no more then fifteen years living with her. Selene was not great with children.
"You make it too easy for me to talk, I am not use to the sound of my own voice." Selene laughed nervously. Usually she was tight lipped and serious.