Nothing I don't think I can figure out on my own. Between the two of 'em, they're not a bad welcome wagon.
[Stark doesn't like relying on other people if he can help it and at this point, he can. He managed to get the basics out of them. He knows where he is, he knows who's running the show, and he knows what's expected. Anything more complicated from there, he can work out on his own eventually when the time comes like how to get the hell out of here, things like that. But he's not going to get anywhere close to figuring anything out if he starts breaking necks the moment he turns up. So, he's good with playing nice for now.]
[He fishes out his extremely crumbled pack of Maledictions out of his pocket. He wishes he had been smart enough not to put them in a pocket that'd get most of the pack beyond smoking, but it's a little hard to predict which pocket would be safest in case of a violent death. He tossed most of the pack and kept only the few remaining good ones.]
[Now he pulls three out and swaps them for three of the Sobranies. One he takes for himself to smoke right now, but the last one he leaves in the pack to pass off to Iris. It's a small token of thanks. A ridiculously toxic and strong token of thanks, but hey. It's a cigarette brand from Hell, to be kinda expected.]
You can brag to all your friends you've smoked not only the same brand as Lucifer, but a cigarette that came from the Prince of Darkness himself. I was doing a few jobs for him. Free cigarettes and alcohol were his way of kissing my ass.
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[Stark doesn't like relying on other people if he can help it and at this point, he can. He managed to get the basics out of them. He knows where he is, he knows who's running the show, and he knows what's expected. Anything more complicated from there, he can work out on his own eventually when the time comes like how to get the hell out of here, things like that. But he's not going to get anywhere close to figuring anything out if he starts breaking necks the moment he turns up. So, he's good with playing nice for now.]
[He fishes out his extremely crumbled pack of Maledictions out of his pocket. He wishes he had been smart enough not to put them in a pocket that'd get most of the pack beyond smoking, but it's a little hard to predict which pocket would be safest in case of a violent death. He tossed most of the pack and kept only the few remaining good ones.]
[Now he pulls three out and swaps them for three of the Sobranies. One he takes for himself to smoke right now, but the last one he leaves in the pack to pass off to Iris. It's a small token of thanks. A ridiculously toxic and strong token of thanks, but hey. It's a cigarette brand from Hell, to be kinda expected.]
You can brag to all your friends you've smoked not only the same brand as Lucifer, but a cigarette that came from the Prince of Darkness himself. I was doing a few jobs for him. Free cigarettes and alcohol were his way of kissing my ass.