"Little?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "While younger than some of my kind I am far older than you. But your kind has always had a strange sense of humour to your words." A few strange glances turned toward them as people talking openly and yet strangely tended to bring to mind the Gods playing amongst the people to the human race.
He chuckled a deep and fire-wisped sound. "Oh, I am quite wicked." Stepping close to the Sylph, his toga flowed over his tunic in the light breeze. Fingers ran under the girl's chin, the tips burning with a heat no human could handle, yet he knew the air elementals would not be bothered by such. To all others, it would merely look like a young man, just into adulthood, was flirting back with a young woman.
"Selfish curiosities find themselves the reason for the rumours," he whispered. Stepping back, he tucked his hands behind his back and levelled his dark eyes at her. "But your sisters would worry and while you might not feel the heat as uncomfortable my true flame can burn such delicate feathers."