"Of course you don’t." She had to resist the urge to groan. Pinching at the bridge of her nose firmly she sighed. Could someone be this disinterested in a conversation? Waving her hand to disperse some of the smoke that’d accumulated Haven pressed her tongue to her cheek. "I suppose I do. Though, speaking to oneself isn’t really a sign of insanity." Tugging at the edges of her locks gently she looked at them mindlessly. "Would you mind putting that out?"
Alexander's brows fluctuated downwards, his head tipped as he listened to her. "Well, it's certainly one of the signs." Brushing the pad of his thumb over the surface of his lips, Alex pursed his mouth in quiet contemplation, seemingly considering her question, before he flicked the embers and dead ash off the end of the cigarette and continued to let it burn. "I'd rather not--" He answered, nonchalantly, "does that bother you?"
