Re: The Aristocrat/The Carnie
When reminded of the fact that smoking cars existed, Leo’s smirk grew a tick. “There’s them rules again…” A lazy drawl. He had no intention of confining himself to places he ‘belonged’ just because he was supposed to. A life of freedom was what he enjoyed, it's why he chose circus life rather than toil away in some textile mill.
Though the man before him was robed in riches, oozed high class and culture, it was Leo who felt he was the one who looked superior at the moment. He watched the count sneeze, amused. What sort of man couldn’t handle a smoke? Surely the count spent time with his fancy friends puffing away on imported cigars, sipping imported brandies, talking about politics or some other loathsomely dull nonsense, didn’t he?
“That’s a shame, Count,” Leo said with a shake of his head. “You shouldn’t let your tie be a collar, if you catch my meanin’.”
“But I’ll take your advice an’ move on. You have a good night, now.” He lifted a shoulder in a shrug, then touched his cap in a parting salute before turning to amble his way to the next car.