You can't help but crumble to your knees as you watch me smoke. It's so frustrating for you to know that you will never smell the very thing that you crave so badly. How terrible of me to make you addicted to my smoke knowing you are shunted by the fact you'll always be half satisfied. Making the pleasure all mine as per usual, and increasing the intensity of your torment. Yet no one smokes like me, only I can draw you further and further in using the smoke as a power- a power against you.