"Oh, God, no," Hasi says, brightening up, "if you don't mind, I will, too, actually."

But she's got her own cigarettes, and they are Black Devils in rose (or sometimes chocolate), because she's so particular about her vices when she has the room to be. She reaches for them deftly, watching Huan leave the room out of the corner of her eye.

"Crurovores. That'd be the Candlelighters." She takes a drag once she's lit up. "But make no mistake, anyone who's not human is a target one way or another."