[By now, Sanji's worked his way through the extremely modest number of five cigarettes, all collected in the ashtray he brought with him. Yet he finds himself grateful when Kotetsu finally opens the door and keeps him from lighting his sixth; they've started tasting odd on his tongue.]

No, I was waiting for you. [He collects the ashtray in his hand, and whether on purpose or just by subconscious design, rubs his neck in the same fashion as the other man.] Wouldn't do if I just left my guest alone.

Though I don't suppose you'll still want your shitty tea?