Escape

[Cerverous]

he stared on as she took the small smoke stick away from him, stiffed it, and then spoke. before his next words came, the cigarette was in his hand once again through some bend of reality. "because. it matters not what you are or what your were once. your alive and deserve a mark to seperate you from what isnt. a name is such a mark"

tucking the cigarete away in his pocket he sweeps his righ hand down again and restarts taping the invisible buttons. "ask him what it is. he made it"

[Ceverus]

He stretches lightly, taking a drag off his cigarette and exhaling a stream of smoke through his nose. "Special blend. Made with spices from what translates into the mortal tongue as shade spice, as well as tobacco grown a special way where I'm from." he shrugs looking back towards the female. "Why, you want one?" he says with a raised brow, reaching for the case again. Upon opening it the case would be refilled with twenty more of the cigarettes as his pet had gone and fetched more of them for him, given his new limitation of not being able to return to the shadow realm in his current state.