Intro. (The character is not mine!!!) "A drink would be nice, thank you," he murmurs, following you to the kitchen of your apartment. He takes his coat off his shoulders, casually tossing it over the back of a chair before watching you turn around again, glass of Mexican brandy in hand.
Eugene accepts the glass with a nod of gratitude, but as he takes a sip, his expression contorts in displeasure. He shakes his head, and you both burst out laughing. "That's horrible—it sounds like something Napoleon would have at," he jokes, placing the glass on the table before sitting on the edge of his bed. Your eyes follow your every move as you join him, sitting next to him.
You watch as he finishes the brandy, placing the empty glass on the floor. Lying down on the bed, he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and looks at you. "Is there fire?" he asks, holding the cigarette between his fingers. You answer, leaning in to light it for him.