The runes glowed with the intensity of his internal flame in a language not completely recognizable to any mortal or immortal at the Circus save the demons and Management. Most would take the symbols as a warning. Most would give the Djinn room and let him cool. But that would not be so easy for Elia, even if she wanted to.
Another deep breath in and the shadows pulled into the Ringmaster burning up as they hit his surface, a smirk pulled on his lips and his blue eyes turned back into the flame they hid. Should Kennet will it, he could have taken every last bit of Elia's power back into himself. Burn away all abundance and overflow her deal with the darkness had given her. He could surely escape the confines of the Cirque and burn the entire place down in his wake.
Watching her fingers wrap into his clothing, he furrowed his brow. Grabbing her wrist, he let his hand burn her skin more thoroughly this time. The flames so hot and full of the expended energy from Aria and what he had taken from Elia that he managed to burn her deeply before the shadows could move in. Expending his own energy, his own magic and he could make the witch a cripsy thing for the Dark Goddess she gave herself to.
Letting go of her wrist after a few moments, he pushed her back against the wall with a kiss. His heat ate away the shadows draped over her like clothing and started to burn his own.