Solovei was glad enough to see that his new Master was willing to cut it out with the whole vassal thing, admitting his mistake and not having him go buy stuff for him after all. That was a good start, though given he was here to fight in the Grail War or to simply live as best he could in the time that he had, he would have preferred a bit more focus on that. As it stood Hector hadn't even confirmed that he was his Master, or acknowledged his class. Either an abundance of confidence, or stupidity. 

He watched on with a bit of suspicion as his Master produced a tin of some kind, with rolled up parchment in it. It was hardly what one would have used in his time, like a good pipe, but that didn't seem to be any sort of deterrent as Hector began to smoke in front of him, all words and actions indicating that he was enjoying it quite a bit. 

At last Solovei ceded to Hector's request, reaching forward and taking the joint, which he managed to smoke after one abortive attempt. And then, it was on to whatever ulterior motive Hector might have had, as the Assassin class Servant let himself be swayed by the contents of the joint he was currently sampling.