Natasha will take Thomas's arm and smile softly. Her own molten chocolate orbs scan the surrounding enviroment.

The parlor attracts a very distinct clientele. Nothing sold in there is cheap so visitors are spared the trouble of young cigar puffing kids who've watched too much scarface as well as otehr less-than desireables...

The ancient doorman bows as low as his curved spine will allow and opens the door for Natasha and Thomas.

Inside the cool, specifically humidified air is inviting, as well as the faint smell of flavored smoke and expensive scotch.

'Now if a pretty thing like you smokes, I may the one with cause to worry.' Thomas says, choosing a thick cigar from one of the many boxes lining the walls.

"No, I never did take to the taste really. Besides, its a more masculine feature to puff on a thick, large smoke," she smirks. "Much like the one you chose. It is almost phallic."
Her voice is smooth, like honey running over razor blades. She looks to Thomas, waiting his reaction.

'As Sigmund Frued once said, my dear.'

Thomas circumsizes and lights the cigar.

'My cigar symbolizes nothing, it is just a cigar.'

He matches her smirk with a devilish grin...  

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"How charming," she says. "Lets find a table please?"
She bats her eyes at him and chortles lightly.

'Of course.'

Thomas will choose a semi isolated Table for the sake of privacy. Even if this is another kindreds domain he would prefer to avoid prying ears.

'So, Natasha. I have lived in this city a long time and never met any of the Milliner family. Are you recent arrivals to Sanfield?..'

"Well, I spent my summers here as a child and I eventually moved here in 98 I believe. Most of my family are up north, new england states and what not," she shakes her head. "When I go home I have family make fun of me for my newly found southern accent."

Zaine comes out of the backroom with a cigarette sized cigar in his mouth, puffing on the smoke. When he sees Thomas and Natasha He walks towards there table, With a smile on his face, "Make yourselves comfortable tell me if there is anything you need." He looks over a few of the boxes of cigars trying to find his nicest cigars.

She smiles to Zaine, "Are you the owner of this lovely establishment?"
She cants her head to the side slightly, still smiling that sugary sweet grin. Her choclate orbs study Zaine some, curiously.