She took the cigar from his hand, looks down at him beneath her, took a nice long toke and let the smoke roll subtly out between her lips with a wicked smile

And he knows in that moment he has sold his soul to her and he would choose to do so over and over again for the rest of his days.

He's addicted to her and with no chance of healing.

Heaven, hell, death and life are nothing but words now, if there were such a time that he could greet his immortality a happy man, this was that moment...