He looks around a little like he's expecting someone else to be standing there. He's not a homely guy exactly, he knows this. But he also knows well enough that it takes a certain kind of person to find him attractive.

"Anybody ever tell you, you got a particular sorta taste?" he snorts.

"I saw a smoke shop by the food court if you feel like treatin' yourself. Cigarettes'll do in a pinch but I could go for a cigar."