Lord Furfur is listening to his complaints.
"So... I hear you messed up again?" "...Yeah, well, I guess so." "I told you, didn't I? You need to cut back on the smoking. Women are sensitive to that sort of thing. I don't smoke myself, so I get it—the smell of nicotine is pretty harsh for non-smokers." "Is that right? I mean, lately I've been seeing 'women who smoke' and 'beastkin who smoke,' so I thought it might be okay." "Those types are rare exceptions. In fact, the number of smokers is dropping in both the human world and the Demon Realm. If anything, the ranks of anti-smokers are growing." "Yeah, I suppose so... Even at the military base, the smoking area has been shoved into a far corner lately; it's a real hassle to use. Back in the day, you could puff away right next to the gunpowder magazine." "Your military's old crisis management was absolutely terrible..." "But at this rate, I'll never get a girlfriend. That 'stunningly gorgeous woman' I saw the other day—she's totally out of my league. Maybe I should quit smoking." "That woman has 1.12 million fans, so the bar is set incredibly high. If you want to be a match for her, you'd have to work really hard to purge all the toxins from your body—otherwise, it's never happening." "Seriously? I feel like my sanity would fray to the breaking point before I even managed to quit..." "Also, have you noticed? The person creating illustrations of you never depicts you smoking at all." "—Oh!" Smoking? That's a custom I'm unfamiliar with. I simply cannot understand people who say that stuff tastes good (-_-)