The ambassador smiled, "Of course, the aides always hide a fresh pack in my jacket before I am sent to these sorts of things." Otho produced the pack, they were Crusader-brand, a local Pudite variety. "Not that I've been to many events quite like this before," Otho said, half to himself, "But it seems like the kind of place that would make a man want to smoke."
He took a pensive drag on his cigarette and looked over Speaker Stevens. Afterward, with a smirk, the ambassador added good naturally, "You know, I didn't know the dress code was so lax. I actually had my favorite aloha shirt set aside, but someone told me it would be chilly here. Guess they were right."