Mikkel took the cigarette and a light. He did need to calm down but when Sigurd turned away he leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"He was a jealous asshole." Mikkel told the bassist before taking a long drag from the smoke. "Pissed off because I told him I already had someone."

That hand in his hair felt good and pulled a long sigh from the Dane.

"Missy gave it to me. She said when she used to dance she carried one because Rekker insisted." He figured the ginger was probably as protective and tightly wound as the dark haired Swede.