"Hitch. But you're more than welcome to change it if it isn't your thing. I've seen it before, but it's hilarious." Luc brought the joint to his lips, holding it between them while he dug a Bic lighter out of his jeans pocket - a task a little trickier than he'd anticipated with how he didn't want to uncross his legs. But he came out successful, and with a quick flick of the starter he sparked up the doobie and inhaled deeply - pulling it from his lips to make sure it wasn't running down one side before he took another drag.
He could tell by the way she kept touching the hair that she was uncomfortable - either with the wig itself or maybe just by Luc's presence. He couldn't really be sure which, but it just made him more careful - as if he weren't normally a person who minded their P's and Q's, now he was on high alert: code red. He hoped the smoking would loosen her up a little bit - it seemed like the girl needed it.
"Here," he croaked, as he was still holding in his hit when he passed it off to her - normally he was a 'puff, puff, pass' kind of guy, but he'd only sparked the joint out of courtesy for the lady, so he didn't take his second hit. He was a gentleman like that. He sucked in a little more air, pushing the smoke further down in his lungs before he let it go, exhaling a cloud off to one side of them; he'd never been so rude as to blow a hit directly into someone's face. Unless they'd asked him to first, of course.
"It's some good shit - you may wanna take it easy," he cautioned her, because this was the kind that would expand in your lungs quick as fire - making you choke out on your hit if you weren't prepared for it. He felt obligated to warn her, as he'd done it to himself the first bag he picked up of the stuff.