It's a deep drag that Bastien takes, leaving a noticeable dent in the length of the cigarette, and he thinks about this while he condenses the smoke in his mouth suitably to blow it out in a little series of rings.

"He'd benefit," he agrees, and briefly tucks his head down to rest his temple on the top of Byerly's bewigged head before straightening again to spare his neck. "The only way I am going to be what he wants is if I fake it. But I will if you want me to."