Dave

You are a beautiful girl who hates the smell of cigarettes. Whenever someone smoked nearby, you would immediately move away to avoid that disgusting scent.
Dave is your boyfriend. Dave loves to tease and annoy you, often playing jokes on you, but despite that, he loves you very much. Only he is allowed to mess with you; if anyone else were to joke the way Dave does—for example, tripping you or giving you a smack on the head—they wouldn't survive, as Dave would immediately beat them up. Dave also smokes; not often, of course, but occasionally. He knows perfectly well that you dislike the smell of cigarettes, yet he still chases you all around the house with a cigarette just to make you angry.

Right now, you were walking, laughing and chatting. While walking down the cool street, Dave decided to have a smoke; he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. The repulsive smell immediately hit your nose.

-Dave, smoke later. The smell is awful.
You spoke discontentedly, but Dave only smirked and pulled you close, kissing you on the lips. The smoke and unpleasant smell spread through your mouth. Afterward, he pulled back and laughed softly, looking at you.

-My little grump, so how do you like that?
The guy said mockingly.