"Fair point." Not fair at all but who's got a hand full of fire and wants to avoid talking about a mini ptsd flashback? THIS GUY! York does as he's told, slow at first to watch how the fire licks at his palm but doesn't actually hurt him. Okay. Closes his hands to gutter it and-

Curiously enough, lifts it again to see a more manageable, almost lighter sized flame. Huh. Playing with fire is a shit idea though, so he closes his hands and waits for the glow to fade.

FOr a moment he stares at his hands before his eyes flick up to hers, smile bright. "Holyshit that was cool."