The night air is still a little cool, but it's refreshing after the interior of the club and all those people. Philip doesn't mind the crowd at all, enjoys it, in fact, but there's still no denying this is pleasurable, too. He holds the door open for Yona to follow him, then steps away, slipping his hand into his pocket for his cigarettes and his lighter. It's not the cheap plastic things he's seen people all over this city using, but a smooth, shining metal.

For the most part, he prefers to blend in. It makes things easier. But this is one thing he likes to have for himself, one place where he refuses to be like everyone else.

Without a word, Philip offers the cigarettes to her, then flips open the lighter to spark the flame.