[Funkduder]

Michael took the smoke but rejected the light.
"Don't waste your fuel. I got it," he said, lighting it using the laser on torch mode. "We'll probably be having psychic company soon enough, and being a man who can hold his own by talent alone, I figured that you can be good company for now. Besides, it's less crowded. Psychics can be deadly when you don't know the general whereabouts, at the very least." Michael breathed heavily, nearly choking on the smoke.
"By the dead god, no matter how many of these things I smoke, they never calm me down!" he said feeling a bit more jittery than before.
"Sorry for stealing one off of you," he said handing Dante the coin bag. "I just know them; that's all, and because of that, they have an edge on me."