He regarded her for a moment longer and then his eyes returned to the flames. Had he made it? No, not really. It had made him years ago. When he was very young. But he wouldn't expect her to understand that. He had been born normally enough, not from the flames at first. But in time, that's all he had. That's all he needed. He brought the flames up higher, made them hotter, brighter. A warning not to get too close. They were his.
"Да." He nodded, though his eyes never left the fire. There was something much too easy about looking at her, which was why he forced himself not to do it. She had an allure that he would not be drawn into. Women were like that but this one even more so. His father told him never to trust a woman and he even hadn't known about ones with otherworldly powers.