Skwisgaar shook his head and took a cigarette out of the pack, before fishing his lighter out of his pocket and lighting it. "Gots to learn ons dat fire spells. Would come in a useful." Tossing the pack back, he took a long drag of his cigarette, sighing out the smoke. "You know... is still is vury weird to talks at you without us fightings or nothing." This was in an agreeable, content tone, and the slight smile returned briefly.