" ...Do you like me?"

" I guess."

He exhaled, smoke blowing away in the faint breeze.

William stood up.

" You shouldn't smoke those so much. The residue it leaves behind on your lungs-"

" Yeah, I know."

" Why, then?"

Stheno looked down at him.

" 'Cos I'm an ornery little shit and I can do whatever I want," he deadpanned.

" Even if it's bad for you?"

" Especially if it's bad for me."

A silence.

Stheno leaned down and kissed him.

" ... You taste awful."