Skwisgaar would have objected to her sneaking away his cigarette, but he was so used to having Toki do it that it just got a huff of displeasure the first time around. He listened to her and tried to picture the girl - which he really couldn't do, save for a face. A heart shaped face with blue eyes, a confident-but-virginal smile, possibly with freckles lining her nose and the tops of her cheeks, framed lightly in red hair. He got a small smile, knowing he was probably way off the mark.
And then his cigarette was stolen again. "Hey, you want ones, I fucking lights one for you, hokay?" He said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before snagging the cigarette back. "Anysway, dese is addictive." And for whatever reason, he felt the need to warn her of it. Maybe it was his decades of smoking that did it, maybe it was the years of smoking and not enjoying it that changed his perception.