Flick. Flick flick.
Once the stubborn lighter ignites the demon holds it carefully to the end of the cigarette held between his lips behind a cupped hand, shielding it from the sharp breeze. Tucking the lighter away he inhales deeply, his brow furrowing slightly as his throat stings in objection at the sudden heat.
After a moment a dense cloud of smoke pours from the thin parting of his lips and rises into the air. He takes the nicotine stick between his black nailed fingers, lowering it to his side. His crimson eyes focus absentmindedly on the chipped concrete cobblestones at his feet while the crisp night time air bites at the exposed parts of his alabaster skin.
His free hand reaches up and pushes the black strands of hair from his face as he leans against the brick wall in the dark London alleyway. "I don't know why I bother with these things…" he thinks idly to himself, taking another long drag of the cigarette. With each inhalation the butt of the smoke flashes brightly in the dimness of the alleyway, illuminating his face breifly with a reddish glow. He holds it for longer this time, waiting until his lungs burn in protest before exhaling through his nose.
It was his third cigarette that day, not that it mattered to the demon. It's not like he was able to gain illness from it like humans could. A small smirk plays across his lips as he remembers what Ciel had said to him the other day on the matter. That it was "sexy" when Sebastian smoked. He chuckled quietly at the thought, dropping his hand from his head and tucking it away in his coat pocket instead. With a small flick he allows the ash collecting at the end of the stick drop to the ground.
Taking one last, long pull of smoke from the cigarette he shifts his gaze over to the busy downtown street at the end of the narrow alleyway, watching the cars flash by for a moment. Every time one passed the alley lit up, only to pitch out again after less than a fleeting second.
With a heaving sigh Sebastian exhausts his lungs of the smoke once more. He then tosses the unfinished cigarette to his feet before him and steps on it, stifling its weak glow before walking back towards the bright glare of the city streets, footsteps echoing loudly in his wake.