Well, St. John was always a bit extra to be honest. From the romance novels to the way he did his crime. Hell being a walking flamethrower was a bit extra on it's own.
Softly. "A blaze of glory." John muttered while thinking about that day he threw his life on the line. Of all people a man he tried to kill or kidnap many times before. The good senator at least made a promise to attempt to fix his fuck ups.
Now the path in which they were walking was new and exciting. Started with the standoff of a sparring or fight- now it was shifting to something new. Now like a predator stalking a his prey, was just in arms reach. Comparatively, he was taller than she was- not that it mattered to him. "You can trust me." Pyro reaffirmed.
Reaching out, he took her chin in his hand gently, pulling her closer to him as he took another step closer. "Are you sure you want to dip down this path..?"