Mal seemed to hesitate a moment after her question. He shrugged and averted his gaze. God why did he care what she thought anyway? Other than the fact that she was freaking perfect she was nineteen, still a TEEN and she didn't get it yet, right? That things like drinking and cussing and smoking could be okay in moderation, right?
He lifted his gaze again. "I smoke."
And sell, on occasion. "I mean I don't know if you can tell.."
Because he was a freak about keeping the scent out of his clothes and hair.