Charlie had better have a damn good reason for that question, or Meyer's going to be rather disappointed that he'd stopped. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at Charlie, shaking his head. "Haven't gotten the chance, no. Why? Are there cigarettes?"

In his mind, that's about the only thing that could make this moment even better. If he had a cigarette, then he'd be enjoying himself even more, if that was at all possible. Unfortunately, he highly doubts that that's the case.