[J puts the cigarette away. She's not all that surprised that he declined the offer, not after the warning words.]

It's a funny thing, though. I've smoked for years and my skin is still soft and beautiful as you know. [She winks at him teasingly. Though the time they had actually touched each other had been everything but soft and gentle. More like, J's palm meeting his cheek.]

But you're Catholic, right? My mom is one, too.