Now, they were talking about holding him captive! Abmesh would no doubt have found this terribly exciting, had he heard it at all. Alas, it failed to penetrate his mighty neural miasma of Looking For Something, He Couldn't Remember What. In fact, it failed so miserably that he didn't even turn around to face those dagger eyes boring into him with such malice.
“I might suggest you don’t stray too far, lest you make us feel you are escaping. It would be a shame to have to kill you, a waste of knowledge and talent. If you are careful, you should come to no real harm.”
"Hmmmm? Oh, yes yes, that'll be fine, I'm sure. Carry on! Now, what was it I was rummaging about for again? Bother..."
He was saved from further searching as the pouch fell, inexplicably, right in front of his nose. It must have been flung upwards during the table-smashing party, and caught on a nail or some such, not that he would recall that. "Oh! Oh my! Yes, this will do nicely!"
Again, the same rolling procedure commenced, puckering his lips and scooping tobacco into the paper, then pressing the paper around the tobacco with his upper lip and gums, and sealing it with his tongue. All the while, his swollen, red eye screamed "NOOOOOO, NOOOOO!!!!" Unfortunately, it and the brain weren't really on speaking terms, unlike the nicotine. And so, the question was put once more, blithely, and tempered neither by forethought nor by painful recollection.
"I say, I hate to butt in, but does one of you girls have a light?"