With cigarettes, like most things bad for you. Its not the taste you enjoy, but the aftertaste is so rancid that it requires you have another to rid yourself of the offense.
With this in mind Vincent lit another smoke and as he exhaled, he spoke.
“Nice the way they schedule a jailing these days.” he said without looking her way.

Notice the trick if you will.
Vincent learned it young and it is just one in a deep velvet bag of resources that make up Vincents arsenal of charm.
Never ask to be in a conversation.
Say something interesting enough that it requires a
response and you have a conversation.

The response came with a tired laugh.
“Well if I had been selling crack it would have been jail on the spot, sell secrets to investors and they give you time for a toddy before the slammer” She finished.

Vincent felt the idea hatching like a rotten egg in his mind and he gave it a moment more to incubate before cracking it wide open.