Koumyou just laughs at that, his hand retreating back around the corner to produce and light up a cigarette for himself, too. He doesn't need a lighter; there's no tell-tale shkt shkt of one in use... but he never did need one, did he?

"Perish the thought!"

And he's just gonna take a lean against the wall and wait, having a lil smoke.

Your move, you big scaredy-cat.