Albert stood there, smoking.

Kyle was also preparing to leave. When he descended the stairs, he noticed his son smoking in the night breeze. Almost involuntarily, he commented, "You can have fun with Miss Hanson, but don't bring her home."

Albert sneered.

He nonchalantly flicked the cigarette butt away and stamped it out.

"Don't worry. I am more skilled at playing with women's emotions than you."