[Once his own cigarette singed and streamed its little tail of smoke, Guy leaned to let the flame of his lighter lick Anthony's cigarette. A few puffs and a haze of cigarette smoke hung like a veil around the table, a welcome blanket of comfort over surroundings he still had yet to adjust to.]

Speaking of skills, I know someone who may be able to get you materials so you can hone several sets simultaneously. She's a lovely artist, by the way, and with time I have no doubt you would want to perhaps re-enter drawing or the other things you used to enjoy. When you had the time.

[Guy smiles as though there's a reason he's going on this tangent. There is a very clear direction with his train of thought, but he's not giving his tell just yet. It's there winking in his smirk.]