[ why are people in this world such goddamn weenies about cigarettes? a nasally voice whines at him from the--desk? area? and Wolfwood scowls as he turns to focus on who's speaking to him--

only to meet Dante's face shape but clean-shaven and oddly prissy glowering at him, bringing him to pause for just a moment as he tries to. figure out what the hell he's looking at, having come from a place where twins and clones were basically the same thing depending on your luck or money. ]

Old wood is old wood, a little smoke won't hurt it if you have the good stuff. [ all the same, he balances the Cross Punisher on her end and reaches up to pinch the cherry of the cigarette out as the prissy Danteface calls out for--somebody. ]

Respectfully, who the hell is Nero? I'm lookin' for Dante. Is he around?