She walks around and that- a concession to his weirdness- that's kind. Kinder than a lot of his other roommates have been. That she settles at his right like she belongs there feels- well a little like it fits and a little like he should worry about it. But he doesn't. It's just a comment, just a reminder, and eventually he'll remember what it was about her page in the book that called to him to try.

"Thanks." Hand in the fire- talons in the fire and for a moment he's worried before he remembers, duh, demon. NOt bothered by it. "Uh...not really. I mean as a kid, sure, but every kid has a little pyro phase. After my deployment? Not so much, no."

Too many burning buildings. Too much smoke. Too many screams.

"A sense of perspective and a roguish, give 'em hell attitude?" A beat. "And you. Yeah?"