However, Leonel refrained. Raising his dark eyes, he fixed them on her. "Does it really?"

Relinquishing his grip, he leaned back.

His hands were sizable, and the cigarette seemed almost diminutive, cradled between his fingers like a matchstick.

Lighting the cigarette, he drew a prolonged drag.

Alexis descended from the desk, resuming her seat, her gaze fixed on Leonel.