Nicholas doesn't look at him properly for the first couple of drags on his cigarette, but when he does finally give him more than a sideways glance he does look a little … something that isn't entirely human, but he doesn't think anything about it. Not right then, anyway, because he's seen enough weird shit in the last little while that nothing really surprises him anymore.

He chuckles lightly at the response he gets, though. "Didn't pick mine out, either. Never in a million years would I put on ears and a tail willingly." He pauses, flicks the ash from the end of his cigarette absently. "Mask's kinda cool though, I guess. Could be worse." Another pause, and even though he only has the one pack with him, he holds it out to the other in offering. Seems only polite, and he thinks Vash might be proud to know he offered in the first place.

"Want one?"