He paused for only a moment to consider the risks. They could set themselves on fire, they could set the apartment building on fire, they could get fined for what they were doing, they could... and then Rylee stopped caring. These were explosives they were talking about and despite all of Rylee's anxieties the one thing that he had a childish glee for was fireworks.
He grabbed the lighter from Charlie and smiled at her, his eyes quickly moving to look over El Diablo which he had caught effortlessly, and his grin widened. There was a glint in his eye that only seemed to light up when it came to this type of thing. Anything that had to do with gun powder, explosions, war, loud noises. Yes, this was one of Rylee's strange areas of comfort.
He jogged a number of feet away from Charlie and sat the canister on the ground. Fiddling with the wick he tested the lighter once and looked back at Charlie. "You light the next one, okay?" he yelled before turning his attention back to the explosive. Flicking the lighter he quickly got the wick to spark and Rylee ran back to Charlie's side where he turned just in time to see El Diablo do its thing.