Dorian smiled as she thanked him. It was clear she would have liked to refuse the coat, but it was too cold to logically do that.
He had noticed the building when they were still a little while back, but he was in no hurry to depart. She was far too interesting. Slipping the cigarette case back into his inside pocket, he retrived a small box of matches and struck a light. "I'm sure that remark would be far more cutting if I knew what a muggle was," he commented from between his partially closed lips as he lit the cigarette.
A plume of white grey smoke billowed from the where the paper, tobacco and match met. Dorian took a long, deep breath, drawing the smoke into his lungs as he droped the match, extinguising the flame in the snow with the heel of one polished black shoe. He had smoked every since Harry had introduced him to the habit nearly two decades ago. Some said it was bad for you, but even if that were true, Dorian knew it would never affect him.
"I'm sure it will," he said with a smile, holding the cigarette gracefully between a leather clad thumb and forefinger. "Why don't you come in and listen for a while," he suggested with a charming smile, blowing away the rest of the smoke, away from her so the smell didn't cling to her clothes. He intended to finished his smoke outside in the cool air before heading in, not least so he could continue talking to her.