[He does open his eyes at times, mostly to check what of the walls were on fire. He could feel where they were, but he needs to visually check if it might be a load barring wall, snuffing out any of those fires, but allowing the rest to crawl around for now.]
[It was already a wreck building, what was a few more burnt boards as long as it was stable?]
[Though he opens his eyes a little more then first intended as he sees the change in color. Something to appreciate and pull along with his movements, more than happy to add the color to his near dance while moving with her. Only looking for color and structure, letting his other senses guide the movement.]
[And then there's the touches. The only 'inconsistency' in his fire, brief flares in response, even as its pulled into his movement after a moment. His heart was pounding, very much unused to this game, but more than determined to play, to see it through to...something. He really isn't sure what exactly, just the vein of it. But he's already admitted he doesn't know what he's doing and she still wanted to play the game anyway. Expectations should be fairly low and that was...]
[Freeing, actually.]
[It pulls a laugh from him, something soft and a little crackly, not really used to it that isn't a mad cackle.]
[There is also more appreciation. He can feel the heat across his clothes, and he knows they're not burning. Its an impressive amount of control and it just makes the desire grow because if there was one thing that his family always appreciated, it was power.]
[He returns his own touches, still ever so careful to not burn her, pushing away the flame from points of contact, but letting the heat build under his skin. Letting his own touch sear across her skin, pointed and inviting and giving her that 'warmth' she seemed to enjoy before. Hands over her back, along her arms, even a cheeky touch on her outer thigh.]
[Even if his nerves were buzzing, it was exciting.]
[Then a touch that was firmer, allowing his feet to properly touch down on the ground, letting himself not get pulled along with the wind as he opened his eyes. Darkened golden eyes still surrounded by the flames that framed his face.]
I want to say yes. [His voice is low, soft. His voice usually has an edge to it, something hard and guarded, but it seems to have smoothed out. Letting down that barrier, at least briefly. The smirk on his face somewhere between nervous, and highly interested.] But I'm not entirely sure your end goal, but I do know there is only so much I want to do in a decrepit house.
Even if you are...
Making an incredibly strong case for me to take you up on your offer.
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[It was already a wreck building, what was a few more burnt boards as long as it was stable?]
[Though he opens his eyes a little more then first intended as he sees the change in color. Something to appreciate and pull along with his movements, more than happy to add the color to his near dance while moving with her. Only looking for color and structure, letting his other senses guide the movement.]
[And then there's the touches. The only 'inconsistency' in his fire, brief flares in response, even as its pulled into his movement after a moment. His heart was pounding, very much unused to this game, but more than determined to play, to see it through to...something. He really isn't sure what exactly, just the vein of it. But he's already admitted he doesn't know what he's doing and she still wanted to play the game anyway. Expectations should be fairly low and that was...]
[Freeing, actually.]
[It pulls a laugh from him, something soft and a little crackly, not really used to it that isn't a mad cackle.]
[There is also more appreciation. He can feel the heat across his clothes, and he knows they're not burning. Its an impressive amount of control and it just makes the desire grow because if there was one thing that his family always appreciated, it was power.]
[He returns his own touches, still ever so careful to not burn her, pushing away the flame from points of contact, but letting the heat build under his skin. Letting his own touch sear across her skin, pointed and inviting and giving her that 'warmth' she seemed to enjoy before. Hands over her back, along her arms, even a cheeky touch on her outer thigh.]
[Even if his nerves were buzzing, it was exciting.]
[Then a touch that was firmer, allowing his feet to properly touch down on the ground, letting himself not get pulled along with the wind as he opened his eyes. Darkened golden eyes still surrounded by the flames that framed his face.]
I want to say yes. [His voice is low, soft. His voice usually has an edge to it, something hard and guarded, but it seems to have smoothed out. Letting down that barrier, at least briefly. The smirk on his face somewhere between nervous, and highly interested.] But I'm not entirely sure your end goal, but I do know there is only so much I want to do in a decrepit house.
Even if you are...
Making an incredibly strong case for me to take you up on your offer.