"For that I am glad, and I am glad that you met with an amateur," she smiled. Isabel thought that he'd not met with one of the Putanesca or Dunsirn, and was glad of that; even if it left their place in the coming nights in question. "That doesn't sound quite right, does it?"
"I don't mind if I do," she said and took one of the offered cigarettes from the box. "I make up for my virtues in not drinking by my vice in tobacco," Isabel laughed.