[he takes back the carton with a small chuckle.]

That's very kind of you.

[one cigarette comes out of the pack, and he props it between his lips... but he doesn't bother lighting it, yet. he just kind of moves it along the good side of his mouth, like he's using it to think.]

So, do you have another question for me? [he wiggles his toes, just on one foot. the other remains stationary.] Or is there anything you'd like to do to get more comfortable, darling.

[that last sentence doesn't really come out as a question, more as an invitation.]