César only gives a small grunt as he's released and inspects himself more than his shirt for burns. Shirts can be replaced. Burns take time to heal. Damn, though, he liked that one. He closes his eyes and takes a few settling breaths of his own. Honestly, he should really be more worried he was just manhandled. But no, he's thinking too hard. And has been manhandled like this before by people who can kill him. (And death's not permanent anyway, he's learned.)

There's the briefest of smiles on his face, reminded of his mother's and brother's fiery tempers, and then he nods, accepting the terms. "If I'm lying, I'll even hold still for it."

He starts walking, leaving room for Dabi to walk aside him, stepping over water puddles. "... Oak & Iron, if she's in her room; she works there but isn't on shift. If not, we'll ask around. She might also be at my place since I gave her a key. She's a free woman and can do whatever she pleases, so she could honestly be anywhere in the village."