[That was... not the kind of response he'd been expecting, and while he tried to keep the look of startled confusion off his face as he took the lighter, he wasn't entirely sure he was successful.]

I didn't want to go back inside.

[He was starting to think he'd maybe misinterpreted the entire situation. Clearly, he had been watching him, but maybe he'd got the motives all wrong. Shit. Had he... done something at some point to offend him? He was sure he'd never seen him outside the club, but that didn't mean anything, really. Great. Well, he was here now. He'd finish the cigarette and cut his losses, maybe. Try to smooth things over in the meantime. He lit a cigarette and held the lighter back out to Leone.]

I wasn't even planning on going out tonight.