Deacon Frost enjoys smoking too.

His kind of vampire don't consume anything but blood; however, smoke curling into lungs only used for the occasion either has true effect or is relatively psychosomatic from being a chimney in his former life. The next time he has to kill someone for their wardrobe, he's hoping they'll have a cigarette case, all classy like.

He roams closer without particular hesitation, a hand going out to drag a chair around to take a place at.

"I had a feeling I'd see some familiar faces."