Angel Dust

Dipping into the product is obviously heavily frowned upon, but what's another secret between them? Besides, Valentino would be somewhat of a hypocrite if he were to judge, but at least he's a lot more discreet about it when it comes to scraping a little off the top. He drops his hand and slides it into his pants pocket, continuing his slow stroll around Anthony's room, dark eyes taking in the smaller details.

He pauses long enough to cast a glance back toward Anthony.

"I don't care if you do." Casual, nonchalant. His gaze lingers again, taking note of the color in Anthony's cheeks and the buzzy, anxious energy seeming to hover around him. Slowly, he turns on his heel, makes it look like part of his own self-guided tour around the room, but he's facing Anthony now. "You seemed to have some idea of what you were doing."

Valentino takes his eyes off of him briefly, hand drawing a metal case out of his pocket, about the size of a playing card. He flips it open with his thumb, and picks out what looks like a hand-rolled cigarette before snapping the tin closed again. As he slides it back into his pocket and pulls a lighter out of the other at his opposite hip, he looks up again.

"Honestly," he starts, putting the pinched end of the rolled paper between his lips, speaking around it when he continues. He lifts his lighter, slings the lid open with a quick and sharp flick of his wrist, and rolls the flint with his thumb. Valentino peers through the flame, similar to the alley, but he doesn't touch it to the end of the cigarette just yet. "... I was impressed."

The paper between his lips burns bright orange and then dulls slightly, and Valentino inhales. At some point during all of this, he'd started moving again, his footsteps slow and measured, closer and closer to Anthony until he's standing right in front of him. Anthony's tall, but Valentino's got him beat by several inches. When he exhales, it's not tobacco smoke that clouds around Anthony's face, but something else that's familiar enough. A weaker strain, but it'll take the edge off.

Valentino offers the joint to him by way of holding his pinched fingers in front of Anthony's mouth, eyes watching him closely.