"I'd offer him some grease but.. well, maybe not the best time for jokes."
He took out a cigarette from the pack and skillfully twirled it in his hands, tapping the filter in his palm a couple times before placing it between his lips. From his left pocket he grabbed a lighter, and carefully showed it to Viatcheslav, as it was about to raise its weapons again. A spark preceded the flame, and Ethan took a long drag. It was the first one in hours, and potentially the last one - he was going to savor it.
"I was paid ma'am. While I sympathized with them, those weren't my fights. Not that I charged a lot anyway. Otherwise I wouldn't be in the position I'm in right now."
He took another drag, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs. He flicked the butt end causing the ash to drop into his waiting hand.
