[ He exhales slowly, feeling the smoke slip out past his lips, the flavour lingering- it's strange, having that visual reminder of breath. That alone, he decides, he likes. It has an almost meditative quality. Nothing he feels resembles a buzz though, certainly nothing beyond the low-level hum of Persephone's presence, the otherworldly tug of the Force bending around her cathedral. It's possible any effects are simply being drowned out by his already heightened state of, for lack of a better word, arousal.
He examines the cigarette between his fingers, watching the end of it burn to ashes for a moment, and looks back at her face. ]
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Nothing he feels resembles a buzz though, certainly nothing beyond the low-level hum of Persephone's presence, the otherworldly tug of the Force bending around her cathedral. It's possible any effects are simply being drowned out by his already heightened state of, for lack of a better word, arousal.
He examines the cigarette between his fingers, watching the end of it burn to ashes for a moment, and looks back at her face. ]
No. Am I supposed to?