Color Dabi impressed, if the way his lips stretched into a smirk just on the edge of threatening to pop staples said anything.

"Huh, not used to people being able to do that." Even Enji and Shoto couldn't handle his flames without taking some amount of damage. Hell, even he felt the burn of his own flames. Dabi's eyes watch the flames as they dance around Angel's hand, it's hard to take his eyes off it for the moment.

Good fire. That was definitely not how anyone had ever described his flames before.

"You'd be the first to think that."