He shook his head as if to clear it. “I smoked opium once. It felt like listening to you, only rather more mundane.” I tipped my head thoughtfully. “I smoked it once as well. I must say I did not much care for the aroma. It smelled of flowers and gunpowder, which was not unpleasant, but there was something else, something more animalic. Sweaty horse, I think.”
