[Erik lifts one shoulder in lieu of 'you're welcome'; for all that he's operating under this cloud of low-grade fury nearly-constantly, he's much easier with his body than Alex. He can snap into readiness and tension at a moment's glance if he needs to, that's the thing. The contrast isn't one he remarks on - why would he - but he's still aware of it.]
It's not the health hazard that bothers me. It's the manipulation in advertising. [One of those shark smiles.] I don't like being lied to.
[But he hasn't quit yet, although he will. For now he just let smoke drift around his head and contemplates the lay of the city below them, one arm loose across his chest.]
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It's not the health hazard that bothers me. It's the manipulation in advertising. [One of those shark smiles.] I don't like being lied to.
[But he hasn't quit yet, although he will. For now he just let smoke drift around his head and contemplates the lay of the city below them, one arm loose across his chest.]