"Sumaru. It's from my version of Japan. Samurai, geisha, that sort of thing." Stereotypes to be sure, but not everyone is from Earth, much less similar versions of it. Katsuya has learned to be vague.

Since Jesse is already smoking, Katsuya will pull a Chinese brand of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and give a snap of his wrist--just enough of a flame from his Persona to get the smoke lit. He'll tip the now lit cigarette Jesse's way as he breathes in.

"Certainly. I'd refrain from drawing fortunes on their behalf though. No one wants to explain to a loved one that they accidentally drew 'poor financial luck' for another person." He chuckles, and it is a joke, but this is the guy that lives in a world of magic and demons. He may be speaking truth and not even know it.