Look, sometimes he doesn't have that tight of a control over his flames. Especially not when people talk about someone who has been dead for who knows how long. At least half a year if not more.

He will never understand how people here can be so trusting...or at least the ones he had met so far were. First César then Angel...Magne is a given but still.

This time however he doesn't answer, he just makes his way over to César's place at a leisurely pace. He really misses his old clothes but for now the garb he showed up in is good enough.