Konoe certainly wasn't going to stop him, but he did wrinkle his nose and take a couple steps away from the cigarette. It was a bit smaller than the pipes he saw other cats at the bar smoke, but it still had an awful smokey smell to it.

"...Konoe," He said after a moment's hesitation. He still didn't know what to make of this short man, but the sword was finally put away. Konoe didn't send any more danger or anger after all, though he kept his ears on alert for any sounds. "You never told me what you are, since you're not a cat. Are you a Two Cane?"