"You left the door open." "Fritz is bringing me some smokes." "You're not lighting up around my dog" (...) V looked over at the dog. George's big boxy head was down on his paws, his kind brown eyes seeming to apologize for the shutdown on the whole light-up routine. Vishous stroked the bag of Turkish delicious like a pathetic loser. "Mind if I just rolled up a couple?" "One flick on the flint and I'll pound you into the carpet."