When Vreth heard the sound of flame drinking in oxygen, he turned around quickly to see what his Vampire friend was up to. Vreth had an understandable mistrust of fire. Even he only used it when he had lost his mind entirely to rage. It was one of the few things he feared.
When he saw her light the cigarette, he walked towards her to see what it was she was doing. He was unfamiliar with the strange stick she had between her lips, or rather from his perspective, his lips. "They once chanted to the Gods, to aid them in battle. To lead them to glory. But that is all, and nothing more now" he said, moving away from her. He started looking around the room anxiously again.