Seel wanted to explode. He wanted to swear and hit but he couldn't with Swift standing over him. He wasn't close enough to hit, but Swift made his point.

"I hate when you do that." Hey, at least he was communicating. Seel's hand went into his pocket and fished out a cigarette, playing with it. He could light he. He could light it and take a few puffs and put it out again. That would be nice. And it would piss Swift off.

So he did it.