It definitely sounds like something the rich sods in the Diamond Quarter probably would enjoy. Kit just nods at the cigarette now held in Benedict's hands. "Well, I don't know about 'lovely,' but that scratches the itch on a bad day."

He reclaims his own cigarette, takes a drag from it, and looks at the hand of cards Benedict had dealt him, all the while sneaking curious glances at the boy to see how a bit of cigarette smoke matches up to hookah.