[It's been a while since he cuddled, but he does an alright job of it, more or less. He rests his head on her shoulder, wraps his arms loosely around her back and tries to relax into the touch. Absurdly, his first thought is that he's glad that he's one of those stereotypical Serbian/Greek/Turkish guys who wears cologne all the time.

Not. Not that this is a date, or anything. Probably.]

I don't surprise anyone with fire. Too many things in the world are flammable, you know? If I'm attacked it flares up now and again. But I've been working on fighting that instinct down over the years, and these days it's not a flare or a blast, it's just some flames I can hold in my hands.

But is it really something you need to worry about? You seem like you've got a good handle on this, and you're being vigilant about making sure things don't get to that point.