Baby stepped forward, took a long drag of his cigarette, and blew the smoke out in a slow, irritating stream aimed directly at Saint's face. His smirk widened, full of defiance.
"Why, Saint? Worried about the organisation's rules?" Baby scoffed, stepping closer. "Don't worry, you saw it, I was stealthy, I locked the door."
He threw his head back and laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Don't tell me you followed me up here to do your chaperone work again."
Saint's hand reached out, dragging the cigarette out of Baby's lips, his eyes never leaving Baby's as he took a drag from the cigarette, then he leaned forward and gripped Baby's chin, blowing the smoke right into his lips.
Baby gulped, his pulse spiking from Saint's unexpected payback. He took a step backwards, freeing himself from Saint's grip.
