Hideyoshi was leaning back to his chair, a smoking pipe on one of his hands. Keith was facing him, sitting on a one-seater couch set a few feet away from the table where he's in while wearing a slight frown as he looked at his father. He has a strong dislike of the smell of anything related to cigarettes. But he can't just go and point that out, can he?
That is why he remained tight-lipped about it but deep inside, he's really annoyed. He had never smoked all his life and had never even got tempted. His aversion to cigars stemmed back to when he was still in that place.
"The thing about the Drago familia has been dealt with?" Hideyoshi inquired, taking a drag on his pipe and feeling the smoke filling his lungs before puffing it out.
