[he shoots her a look of disbelief, mulling over his words between a drag of his cigarette. he knows she loves the attention he gives her, the apple of his eye. maybe he likes her so much because she hasn't surrendered to his advances.]

'Cause you're special. You don't need me to tell you that though, huh? You know that all on your own. Smarty-pants.

[he offers the cig out to her, waves it in front of her face playfully.]

Want a taste?