Gojyo frowns at the tiny pinch of tobacco that Kurama drops into the cup. Does he really expect such a small amount to have any effect? That couldn't have been more than a single cigarette's worth of tobacco... and if Kurama thinks that a single cigarette is going to sate Gojyo's addiction, then he's got another think coming.

Well, he mentally shrugs, he can also just ask his host to pour him another one in ten minutes. And another after that, and after that, until the man gets tired of him and kicks him out. ...That actually sounds like a fun afternoon, he chuckles quietly.

"Huh?" Oh, right. He was talking about something. "Yeah, he, uh... he can do that too." He lifts his head finally -- the tea smells like an ashtray that was left out in the rain, which isn't all that surprising. It's not the worst thing he's ever considered putting in his mouth! "The projectile thing. So is that ready?"