Itachi peered into the box, glanced at the blond, and then closed it. Of course. He looked amused, suddenly. "Not really my drug of choice."
He moved the box between them and leaned back again, finding the couch seemed even more comfortable. It wasn't that he'd never smoked or didn't smoke on occaision, he just didn't find it suited his taste. Like alcohol, it made him more talkative and less observant and those two things were not something Itachi thought lightly of.