The Brit started eyeing the new figure before him, reaching into his suit pocket and pulled out that ever so famous and recognizable metal cigarette and lighter holder. With great skill, he pulled the lighter and a rather floral cigarette out.
"Something happened? Could have fooled me."
The Dark Fae snickered, shutting the container and sliding it back into his blazer pocket. Swiftly, he lit the cigarette and took a pretty healthy drag off of it. Healthy being subjectively used here. Though these cigarettes were more naturally produced like the olden days; Tobacco and flowery herbs for flavoring. That's why they smell better than most. A mighty exhale followed and he blew a massive cloud out into the open, no consideration for the stranger in front of him.
"Everything is fine though. Guess you'd run screaming and crying down the street if you found out your husband had an affair, and made a sex tape as well. Those things are worth a lot of money though, if you get the right buyer."
Was he wrong? Nope. Was it wrong? Not to him. Braxton was a player of the game. If something benefited him better, he'd drain it of its usefulness. By that time, he'd throw it out and go to the next thing, rinse and repeat. Didn't do that much lately, as he liked his connections. Well, the good ones anyway.

"You're a bit of a ruffian sort ain't you?" Braxton let out a snarky scoff, taking another deep drag of his cigarette, and started blowing smoke rings for the hell of it. This man before him was clearly human. He didn't sense anything special about it. Or if he did, he had it well hidden. Nah, he was mortal as it came. The stench was there.
"You don't think I notice? Your suit is presentable, but your attempted effort to blend is painfully obvious. And your hair is uh..."
Now, now Braxton. You can't completely dismantle this poor unfortunate soul all in one setting. Savor the treat before you. This is one time you could toy with food.
"Well, it's not terrible but that cut is a little drab. That's why I got nothing but ruffian energy from you... And your expressions do you no justice."
Another hefty drag, and more smoke rings.

"What a bore this one is. Couldn't even mimic him if I was in the mood."
The thought passed in his head as he flicked the growing cherry from his smoke.
"Oh my sincere apologies; Braxton Redfield. I'm a bit of a.. Well... Let's just say I'm either the best kind of trouble or the worst trouble. All depends on if you are gonna behave."
That sentence took him back to his encounter with that sandy blonde with the blue eyes, so many moons ago. Oh Lani. You're so lucky. This wicked man was far too busy to go hunting for her again. He had an inkling she was very much still around. But where didn't matter at the moment. There was more on his plate that required his full attention; Starting with this mangy mutt.
"So... Before you tell me your name..."
The Brit held up his index finger to signal a moment of pause. He had to relight his cigarette very quickly. Teach you to not pay attention.
"You smoke, chap? Don't mind letting you have a free-be this once.."
The Dark Fae flashed that wicked grin, offering a stuck out cigarette after pulling the case from his blazer pocket.