Contrary to what Rictor had thought, Jean-Paul actually wasn't trying to lecture him on the smoking. What he had been trying to say was that the dangers that mutants were facing seemed to be growing by the day and he might as well enjoy his vices. Obviously his point hadn't gotten across but he didn't feel like explaining himself, especially to someone so rude.
He wouldn't have gotten the chance since the pink hair with a man attached wandered by and interrupted his chain of though. It took him a minute to pull his eyes away from the shockingly bright mop and realized he was being spoken too.
"Eh, Jean-Paul," he replied, shifting the strap of his bag so he could receive the offered hand. "Pleasure to meet you as well." When he finally registered the face below the hair he found it to be quite attractive and he cocked an eyebrow appreciatively.