[She holds it the way he does, easily and accustomed, although it is a new experience for her. When she takes a drag she holds her breath for a second, forcing herself not to cough, before exhaling the smoke.] How do you do this?

[She meets his eyes as he talks, nodding occasionally, and as he finishes she reaches for his hand, intending to weave their fingers together.]

The Crusaders killed for the fun of it, Piper. So did knights. Cowboys, Indians, children; they all do it. It's nature. Stupid and natural, as so many things are.