I could. [ He persists as he turns the lighter around in his hands, holding it firmly in one fist and then rubbing his thumb along the flint slowly, testing it. Once Erik leans in, however, Charles picks up the nonverbal cues and lifts the lighter toward the protruding smoke. Rolling his thumb with a firmer press and lighting it up, making sure he could get a good puff or two before he releases his hold on the small lever and allows the flame to flicker out. He pauses for a moment before decides to prove himself a bit more and gives a firm nod. ] Another then, I'm a quick learner. [ He doesn't pull back like he should, just flashes a bit of a smile as he twirls the lighter around his fingers, trying to occupy nervous idle fingers. ]
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