Too many years of practice, for better or worse, gave Isabel a small edge in this, and she smiled after inhaling the fragrant smoke. Once upon a time, she'd be courting danger with each inhaled breath, but now, Isabel could enjoy the slight buzz the nicotine gave her while watching the cherry red end of the cigarette glowing in the night.
"Not an amateur?" she asked, mildly surprised. "My goodness, how very brave of you, to make due with such ordinary defenses. I admire that," she said honestly.
There were so many Giovanni ghouls that played dirty or that prided themselves on finding the chinks in another's defenses that an honest fighter was refreshing to talk with. "Now, you flatter me," she said with a smile. "It should be myself that is glad to meet you."