( Once he's satisfied with the pets on the bunnies, he withdraws his hand and instead sets his eyes back on that unlit cigarette. )

I do believe that counts as experience. Food as the key... that's something I've learned with my bodyguard, all the same.

( With a light little laugh, he glances down at his own hand. Lifting a finger to his lips, he nips at the tip until there's a spot of blood— and with that, he focuses and speaks something softly before it turns into a small flame.

He holds it up in offering. )

A light?