[ Close but no cigarette. It happens to be a cigar. One of those fancy hand rolled cuban types. ]

Apparently the Baron was a fan.

[ Snipping the tip before handing it over with a lighter. ]

Not for nothing, sir. You did give it a go, warning the lot of them.

[ Pause to sip his drink with a hiss. That burns gooooood. ]

But these demons're nothing like the lot back home. Prolly nothing to worry about... lest your shinki is one of ours...