Lord El-Melloi II snorts slightly. "Maybe it will offset all of my smoking then."

He knew it was a bad habit. But those cigars served other purposes than just giving him something to do with his fingers -- they were all wrapped up in his mystic codes and self protection.

Quietly, his eyes rest on Roman. With him, there's no searching for lies or half truths. Anything Roman decides not to disclose is in fact a decision to be respected, that much is a truth that Lord El-Melloi II has learned.

"Weird....weird how?"