[The Servant won't say how much, of course. He narrows his eyes at Oscar and leans back in his seat. Producing a cigarette from somewhere on his person, he lights it with a flame that appears in the palm of his hand. He takes a moment to inhale, then slowly blows the smoke upward.]
Trust me, better people than you have tried to get me to give up on things. If you tell me to give up, it makes me want to work harder.
[Caster shrugs and lets it go for now. With a smirk, he goes back to flirting.]
no subject
[The Servant won't say how much, of course. He narrows his eyes at Oscar and leans back in his seat. Producing a cigarette from somewhere on his person, he lights it with a flame that appears in the palm of his hand. He takes a moment to inhale, then slowly blows the smoke upward.]
Trust me, better people than you have tried to get me to give up on things. If you tell me to give up, it makes me want to work harder.
[Caster shrugs and lets it go for now. With a smirk, he goes back to flirting.]
Oh, so you've made up your mind, huh?