I'm sure I will. [She chirps at him as she takes the box from him, quickly stopping to take a look at his hands as her eyes catch glimpse of the marred skin and sharp looking nails. When the hand is hastily yanked away from her sight she looks back up at his eyes with more curious look.]
Care to fetch me my cigarettes? They're on the table behind you.
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Care to fetch me my cigarettes? They're on the table behind you.