Demyx looked down at the cigarette for a moment, then back up at Soubi. While he wasn't as brilliant as the other Nobodies - most of whom, after all, were scientists after some fashion, or who'd been incredibly dedicated men in life, which he'd always felt had sort of made him seem stupid by circumstance - he was still observant enough to put two and two together. (That, and he was quite familiar with the concept of being used by other people to get what they wanted; he was only a plaque and a corner office away from being the Organization's official patsy.)

Someday, maybe, he'd have a heart, and it might hurt to think that his newest friend hadn't actually offered him a cigarette out of any sort of charity. But for the moment...he was still eager to please, and Soubi looked happy. So he shifted slightly closer, aiming the smoke more in his roommate's direction.

"It's great," he replied, with fairly convincing enthusiasm. It might dampen Soubi's pleasure somewhat to hear a blunt observation of 'smoky'.