Daniel's eye wandered, far from subtle, as Teddy stretched, with the faintest hint of an approving smile. Or maybe he was just drunk. It was hard to say. He took the offering as if this were something he did as frequently as Teddy. After getting himself a lungful of smoke, he handed it back, exhaling without the hint of a cough. He wasn't a stranger to the burn of smoke in his throat, at least.

"That, Teddy, is a strictly American tradition. One I'd love to see in action." No offer to try it himself. Yet.