If he'd been his usual self, and he wished he had. Iosef would've taken her up on her suggestive comment right the same second she'd finished speaking. That's just how he rolled, and it just seemed too damn perfect. But unfortunately, Iosef was pretty overwhelmed, weak and overall in a darker mood than usual. So, he just chuckled softly and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll have to take you up on that later." He still could say this, at least.
Iosef had never been burned, if you don't count fingertips and the odd burning ash on his hand from smoking - and he didn't count those; so he couldn't imagine exactly what it felt like for Phoenix. It still looked, of course, pretty painful. Iosef brushed a finger over her hand - it wasn't burned, which was good - as some sort of comforting gesture.
"Your smile is adorable! It sings of craziness and the unexpected." Where he got this? He had no idea. But it fit, so he said it.