He's careful to aim away from Stolas when he breathes out the smoke. If Valentino weren't so fucking tall, Blitzø would blow it in his face, but he has to satisfy himself with in Valentino's general direction.

"That," he says viciously, "is a fucking roofie."

Blitzø squeezes Stolas' arm gently, trying to reassure him without words that Blitzø knows what he's doing.

For once, he even actually does. Sort of.