[ Chew, chew. Dark is thinking on what Flamebringer says, although half-assedly. As the notes of cigarette smoke catch in his clothes and in his hair, he pictures Rin's, Lucien's roommate and caretaker, reaction to the scent. He'll definitely be nagged and isn't looking forward to it. He squints unhappily at Flamebringer for bringing this cigarette out, but doesn't speak up because it feels to little boyish to complain. ]

You need a girlfriend, but what sucks for you is that I'm taking all the hot ones in this land for myself. You could try Madame Dee's, or at least pick up a hobby like tarot cards or something. I've got a buddy, Mr. Crowley, who's all about fortune-telling right now. We could also hit up the Drama Hole too, if you want to try some drugs for fun.

[ Anything but this obsession with fighting and blades. Dark is sick of Flamebringer's hamster wheel brain! ]