"I am growing quite accustomed to them." "No, no; not that.

It is something else.

A stale, sickish smell." Martin sampled the air before replying.
"I can't smell anything else, except stale tobacco smoke," he announced.
"That's it.

It is terrible.

Why do you smoke so much, Martin ?" "I don't know, except that I smoke more than usual when I am lonely.