Oh it's bad? Oh well. Guess lots of the things that I do can be considered bad,
[he shrugs and puts another one between his lips to light it, but now he is paying attention to now blow the smoke anywhere into Finnick's direction.]
Sorry 'bout your accommodation then.

[While Sebastian might have a tan for someone living in Victorian London, he is pale in comparison to Finnick especially. But of course, it still makes Sebastian look as well, appreciating every inch of exposed skin of Finnick, especially since his undergarments seem to be quite different from Sebastian's own.]

Thank you,

[He takes the piece of bread gladly, and starts chewing, after having finished his cigarette.
Everything tastes and feels a little different than what he is used to, some things are stronger, others weaker, and everything definitely seems brighter. It makes him wonder how long it will take to adapt to this new world, if ever.]

Still a bit confused and lost, I guess. Though not because of the alcohol,

[He shrugs slightly, looking out again.]

How much earlier before me did you come into this world? And how different is it from yours?