"Really, Arse? That shirt?" Aimee laughed and rolled her eyes. She plucked the cigarette from his mouth, and threw it away. "And you know how much I hate when you smoke." Arsen laughed and smoothed down his shirt. "First of all, I really love this shirt. And second," he said as he reached to grab another cig from his pocket, "I know." He moved to light it, but stopped right before he did, looked at Aimee, and laughed. "You're funny to mess with, Aim."