"I don't think anyone should smoke. It kills you, you know?" But the packet is definitely on offer and he shakes one out a little bit further when Adam hesitates to take one. "Mine smell better."

Leo pushes off the counter, grabs his glass and leads the way back out of the kitchen and into the living area, indicating for Adam to follow. "That's why you make time. If it ever comes up, I'd like to meet him." For a man of Leo's bulk, he's able to drop down onto his couch with a surprising amount of grace, not even a single drop of scotch sloshing over the side of the glass. "Make yourself comfortable."