Though the offer is met with a grin, Duke waves off the cigarette with his good arm, though he does obviously have to consider it a moment to spare himself some pain.

"Savin' my lungs for engine exhaust. Definitely agreed that the ambiance out here is good as hell with the smoke wisps, though. Givin' the stars our own little clouds." His voice is a little dreamy as his eyes drift upwards.

"You think about what kinda tattoo you want?"