And now, Rone was smirking to himself, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of his brother's cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a moment to enjoy the heavy gray feeling of smoke filling his lungs before speaking again, smoke drifting from his lips in what might have been his best impression of a lazy dragon.

He liked to think of himself as more fierce than any dragon.

"Show her. With your hands," he stated. "Your hands and your lips and your body. Talking too much means thinking too much. Don't bother with words. Don't give her the opportunity to think about it."