[So it's a deal? A hint of lightness grows in his eyes, and again he looks determined, syncing his footsteps with the other's. His smiling's easier, now.]

No- [shaking his head.] I'd just remembered something important. I've actually always hated... flames, before...

[The rest leaves trailing, widening eyes to what he's looking at. He can't be sure, but he thinks its movement. His right side's crystalled.]

We should probably both get ready, I think.