Charity lifted her eyes from the split fabric, entertained, and then reached up to pull it off completely. "You missed the bra," she told him. Lacy and red, she'd stolen it from one of the women she'd tried to use to fill those empty spaces. Mortal, too easily broken, but chosen because she'd been physically similar. It had given Charity a whole wardrobe of things. "I wonder what other things those burning hands can do?"