“Hm? Well... I`m just an orca on a stroll.” Typical of one such as himself -- the line he uses so often when chancing upon strangers during his habitual walks. But why be anymore verbose in this case? Straight to the point was his style, regardless of his company, and that wasn’t about to change. However...

He couldn’t deny the interest he took in this man (no, the teeth said otherwise -- demon seemed far more fitting, though that was still an uncertainty) the moment he first laid eyes on him. Not everyone chose to take his offer of a cancer stick as he had right then; Idate had to deem him good company from that alone. And so that lazy smile never leaving his face, he brings out the lighter in his pocket with use of his free hand, soon holding forth a modest flame to this well-dressed gentleman. A cigarette was a waste if it wasn’t lit, after all.