@ivory-paragon said; Offers two cigarettes between fingers in one hand and those packets in the other. "I don't think you even have the strength, but..." A shrug.
Is it a case of strength? Or stamina. Of course, if Rufus is playing word games it could be either and the answer could change on a whim. Whichever gives rufus the upperhand, he suspects. Tseng steps forward. Takes the offerings within his own gloved fingers and pockets the packets, all while maintaining that scrutinous eye contact of his.
“Is that a challenge?” He says, tucking one cigarette behind his ear and the other between his lips. “Or permission…”
If Rufus literally wants to be broken in half, Tseng does worry about the man’s mental state.






