"I think I will," Marek said. His quill had stopped, because he wasn't thinking about his work anymore, he was rustling around in his nightstand for a pack of cigarettes. "I'll take a smoke break. Want to join me?"
He wanted to head outside, maybe up on the roof, because there was nothing quite like a good smoke in cold, crisp air. But she was already in her pajamas, so if she wanted to join him, he'd settle for opening the window.