Angelo can't help staring. Maybe it's that there's only one light source in the room, now, the cherry at the end of the cigarette, but he's not some moth dancing haplessly around a flame and not knowing why. He knows why.
His lips part a little just to accept the cigarette, and as he pulls in a breath and feels the drag of smoke at the back of his throat, Angelo wonders for a moment what the harm would be. Power is power is power, doesn't matter where it comes from; it just matters that you hold onto it. It just matters that you take the opportunities you're given.
Hm. The corners of his mouth pull down a little, and he pinches the cigarette between his finger and thumb to take it out and blow out a smoky breath. "What am I? Business or pleasure? Be honest."
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His lips part a little just to accept the cigarette, and as he pulls in a breath and feels the drag of smoke at the back of his throat, Angelo wonders for a moment what the harm would be. Power is power is power, doesn't matter where it comes from; it just matters that you hold onto it. It just matters that you take the opportunities you're given.
Hm. The corners of his mouth pull down a little, and he pinches the cigarette between his finger and thumb to take it out and blow out a smoky breath. "What am I? Business or pleasure? Be honest."