[kavinsky's hand floats there, mostly because he finds the stilted pause rather hilarious. partly because he is grateful for the light, maybe. after that, he pulls the smoke from his mouth and blows smoke-rings into the flat of john's chest. he would probably not be so cocky if he knew john's thing was like, hella murder.]

Welcome to after the apocalypse, I guess. If a bunch of Eudio people show up and they all look like sexy twenty-year-olds, don't feel bad. Some of them are like hundreds of fuckin' years old, probably. [he smiles like a cat.]