[He can feel people watching from the neighboring tables: the lovely Queen, and the person lucky enough to be her date at the smoke lounge. Such attention may make others uncomfortable, but not him. They can look all they want, and they can think whatever they please.]

I wouldn't go that far. I don't like to smoke, but I can think of worse places than this around.

[Like the bondage club or the Roost. Or the maintenance area, with its eerie dark tunnels and whispering voices.

... or the Punishment Room. That's a place within the resort, too, he learned the hard way.

He drops to his knees gracefully and takes a seat upon a cushion. He doesn't want to breathe in any smoke, but once they're at eye-level (and nose-level) he gets a whiff of that vanilla scent anyway, causing him to a blink a few times in surprise.]

That's not what I expected that to smell like. I thought it'd smell all stale and gross.

[He's willing to sit with her in the lounge... but hopefully she doesn't mind some gentle ribbing about her smoking habit.]