After showing off one of their true forms, Faphomet could use a little rest from all the mayhem & soul stealing. They kick back and spark up a cigarette, taking in deep drags just to blow them out in your face. The demon says nothing & all but ignores your prescience in their domain, except for staring into your soul as they puff along on their smoke. This might be hell for you, but for Faphomet it's just passing the time until you are transferred to your eternal torment.