He grimaces at her words and points a finger at her. "I do not look like a Frank. Honestly, woman." He rubs at his bottom lip with his thumb, then reaches across the table for her cigarette case and slips one out of it before she can protest.
"I don't remember caring whether or not you want me here," he retorts as he lights the cigarette, and slides the case back to her across the table. "Thanks for the cig. Do you make a habit out of being infuriating?"