"Want a cigarette?" The man extends a hand with a lit cig towards Joseph. He recoils before even realizing it. The man looks confused. "Hey if you don't smoke that's cool...."

"No its not that my parents had this thing about swinging cigarettes in my face when I was younger." Joseph lies smoothly.

The man nods. "I get it, so you want one?"

A shaking hand extends and takes the cigarette from the man. Looking at the flame Joseph's Beast recoils from the flame and demands that he run. "Thanks"

Later Joseph leaves the club and walks down the street towards his car. Stopping at an alley he walks into it and vents his Beast's frustration on a dumpster. He leaves the alley for a few minutes later and buys a lighter. In his haven he holds the lighter in both hands and clicks it on staring at the flames.