Majima shrugged at that. Cigars weren't exactly an everyday vice - and smoking itself was a habit he started as a very poor man. Even if he did have cash to burn now, they were still a rare indulgence.

"Sometimes doin' bad just tastes better. 'Sides, the good stuff's saved for special occasions."

He noted the god diverting its head, but remained his usual jovial self. If it was a mask, then it was one he wore very comfortably. "What a coincidence~! I ain't got a Valentine either. Least, none I haven't paid for."