Wind only made the fire in the cracks of his skin glow brighter. The papers turning to ash in the range of effect. For typical creatures the interior of the trailer would have been too much to bare.
"No!" The pocket watch raised up from the ground, floating on a bellow of heated air and melted into liquid components of metal. His voice raised in anger, something none of the employees would have ever truly experienced in the entire time of the Cirque's existence. The emotion he showed and felt something Management had not expected to ever happen.
Stepping forward, he pushed Aria against the wall, surrounding her in his person blaze. He growled in anger, unwanting to hurt her even for the extent of the insult. With a large step back, he hit the wall behind him. Suddenly the blue glow of his bindings flared into existence. The Djinn fell to the ground with a loud thud and heavy breathes. Ancient symbols written all over his skin appeared around each crack sealing the fire back into its shell.
"Please.... do not replicate that symbol ever again..." He whispered from his knelt position on the floor. The smell of desert spices dulled into nothingness and the temperature returned to a normal temperature. The magic contained and retracted by an unseen force. His typically stoic expression blemished with a personal pain that had nothing to do with the tightening of his chains.