Ah, the younger generation and their look of pure innocence, whether they actually held onto it or not. That was the appeal, the room for corruption, the untouched apple hanging from the tree, just screaming to be picked. There were things to be learned and experienced, all of which Duke was happy to be a part of. Marek was just one of those he'd clung to already and now that he was back...well, what was the harm of picking up where they'd left off? His arm slung around Marek's shoulders comfortably.
"I've had enough for you to start right now," Duke grabbed a passing, untouched drink and held it out for him with a large smile. There weren't any decisions for other people to make with Duke, he always made them for you. And he never really noticed, but people didn't object just because of the way he did it, all smooth and charmingly. Besides, if they really didn't want to partake in whatever Duke was suggesting, then they wouldn't. He wasn't influencing them, he was just letting them be free. Once Marek took the drink, Duke plucked the cigarette from between his lips and stole a long drag that had his eyes rolling back; it was the perfect match for the other chemicals in his system. Of course, he returned it after that.
"So how much did you miss me? You can be honest, I won't blush."