"It's--" Sorin stopped and looked at Mickey, a little surprised by the comment about his accent. He held his hand a moment longer, then let go. "Romania." He smiled.
"So, Mickey. You're very--" outspoken, attractive, confident "--warm. Is that a side effect of the incredible fire display?" Sorin could practically feel it radiating off of the ifrit. He'd never met anyone but other humans before, to his knowledge. Not in person. He knew other things existed, but to meet one in person was a novel event. "Or are all ifrits just naturally hot?"