Souji waves the cigarette away, wrinkling his nose slightly. "I tried when I was fourteen. It really doesn't taste very nice." A pause, and then he adds as if it's merely an afterthought: "Oh, and my immune and respiratory system are compromised, so it's really bad for me. And I used to smoke weed to help with my mutation, so I guess it might also trigger a relapse, maybe. But I like the smell."

He lets go of Bigby's arm once he can lean against the wall, arms crossed behind his back as he tilts his head back to stare at the sky. "You still don't think of yourself as human, do you?" He sounds as if the idea intrigues him more than anything else.