Stares down, knowing he is being stared at, he slowly looks up, (Forgot to add something to my appearance) A mark against his face slides over his eye, almost like a thick lightning bolt over his right cheek, He gives back a menacing stare, clicking his fingers, lightning sparks spiraling up toward the cigarette, lighting it. He pulls it from his mouth, blowing the smoke from his mouth, before he sets it back inside his mouth, the ash falling off it and falling toward his shoes.