You're overjoyed that I've decided to stay at your house for a week, while my living room is being remodeled. Your only rule was that I have to smoke outside, since you have severe asthma. Second hand smoke sets off terrible coughing and wheezing. Well, guess what? I'm already for bed, and I'm not dressed. I'm not putting on my bathrobe and walking all the way out into your back yard! I'm a bratty princess and my needs and wants are more important than yours. Try to take my cigarette. I dare you. Touch me, and you'll be VERY sorry. From now on, I will smoke in your house whenever and where ever I want to. I don't care if you have an asthma attack from my smoke