Flavoured cigarettes. She really hadn't smoked one of those before. "No," Hanna answered honestly, fingers shaking slightly as she took the lighter. "Show me?"

She was not confident she could get her hands to cooperate, but — she would try.

  

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He didn't bother with showing her; instead he crossed to her and gestured for her to put the cigarette to her lips, then leaned into light it for her.

"I don't know if we're supposed to smoke here," he admitted, after both cigarettes were lit and he had taken the time to exhale a small cloud of smoke. Some places had designated smoking rooms and he was sure the Destiny was one of them, but he didn't know if having a smoking room meant you weren't allowed to smoke elsewhere or if it was just that no one did. The ambiance was preferable in a smoking room, certainly, but neither of them were of a mind to go tromping through the hotel in search of a comfortable armchair, he didn't think. "But I won't tell if you won't."

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Her fingers twitched as she held the cigarette, but Hanna took a careful drag. "You have a deal, Mr. Dempsey," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "And I promise not to — drop the cigarette on you." (A dangerous thing to promise, but cigarettes being solid and gas rather than liquid would surely make doing this easier than if it was a champagne flute.)

  

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