Fire, in fact, was one of Aimon's very favorite things. Fire was cleansing, and destructive. Both of which Cain sorely, sorely needed in his life. He loved to breathe smoke, and watch things burn. It was just a part of him he couldn't really put a name to.
"I thought you played video games." he shrugged, throwing his armful in after hers, and picking up the gas can. He chuckled a little, pouring a little of the gasoline over the kindling, and setting the can down to strike a match and toss it in, at her whim of course.
"Y'know, World of Warcraft or whatever...with that one kid. Chris, was it?" he grinned. These were the things that made Cain happy. Fire and gasoline and ashes. She was obviously crazy, but that wasn't about to stop him from smiling at her, and reaching in his pocket for a cigarette.
"Er. Would you like one?" he asked, holding the carton out to her.