Vlast's brow seems to have a perpetual furrow in it now, his eyes once again fixed on the water pipe.

"Like... fireworks...?"

He hadn't tasted anything explosive within the smoke. It could just be another figure of speech that has, yet again, sailed over his head.

(He's getting used to that.)

"You're very trusting of a supplier who could easily use this to poison you."

Vlast takes another drag, quite unconcerned with poisoning himself before handing it back.