[Dinner and dancing. Cain's eyes narrow dubiously, but he doesn't make a comment otheriwse — even if it's just confirmation that they are two very different people.]

Way too cheap. [Sarcasm or not, he's rolling with the joke.] At least three cigarettes and a bottle of whisky.

[Haha, he's so funny.]

... What the hell is a 'limerick'? [School dropout at your service. He does reach for the pack, pinching one of the offered cigarettes in a gloved hand before trading it to his lips.] Uh, you got a light, too?