“You need an excuse to drink?” he said with a chuckle, then added. “The later, I think. seemed like a good idea at the time.” He shrugged, still grinning. A few of the uppers on his crew Marco had war on the mind apparently. Not that he cared, really.

“I was going to be nice.” And not make her ask for it. He wagged the spade cigar at her though, and slipped it back in his pocket as she said he could keep that. When she made for hers back however, he smirked, drawing them back behind him, slipping the two cigar case into his back pocket he backed up a bit, leaning back into a wall, hands out, palms exposed. “You want them back? You’ll have to get em yourself.”