"I'll have you know I don't smoke a third as much as I used to," Faelan interjected in a very put-on, lofty tone, "and I never do it in the house, and Gaius just taught me the charm to make water come out my wand, anyway, so you don't have to worry about me burning down the house. But--" he added, taking a quick, deep puff on the cigarette, "--if it bothers you so much--" he took another puff, "--I'll just put it out." By the time he took one last drag, the cigarette was burned down to the end, and he stubbed it out in the tray.
"Everyone's a critic," he told Sirius with a commiserating look, though a grin threatened to break through.