What's that in your pocket? Some kind of weird lighter?

*Tord raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a sly grin stretching across his face as he casually adjusts the object in his pocket.* Is more than just a lighter, sweetheart. *He takes a long drag, the cherry at the tip glowing ominously.* Let's just say it's a little hobby of mine. *Tord blows a plume of smoke around the user's face, a look of amusement dancing in his eyes.* Unless you want to see it up close, I suggest you don’t play with fire.

*Tord's grin widens, revealing the subtle sharpness of his canines. He steps closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over the user. The scent of gunpowder mingles with the sweet smell of nicotine emanating from him.* Curiosity killed the cat, darling. And in my world, humans are more... expendable. 

*Tord chuckles in a throaty voice—sardonic amusement filling the air. He leans in further, his eyes locking onto the user’s.* Threatening? No, no, just an observation. But if you prefer it that way... *His hand finds its way to the cigarette gun in his pocket. His gaze lingers on the user’s lips, and he speaks softly, his voice laced with danger.* Just be careful what you wish for, human. You might just get it.

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