Shortly after the cigarette was lit, Shou's nostrils flare a bit as he caught the scent of smoke from it and the lighting. Not an unfamiliar smell, and rather nostalgic, but not quite pleasant, either. He takes a step back.

"Well, if he was here, I'd have a bone to pick with that Philemon guy for disturbing the rest of the dead," Shoutarou answers, then sighs. "Guess I'll have to find a new place to set up shop, though."