"No, no, you can't go back inside," he said firmly, shaking his head. "You can still suffer from smoke damage." Still? Oh yes, he knew she wasn't human. His guess was a correct one. He had spent enough time with lycanthropes -- and loved them, actually.
"They can do they for you." The ubiquitous "they" being security, or maintenance, or what have you. The fire department. "Don't worry about it." He looked down at her feet, then back up with one lifted eyebrow. His smirk was gentle, boyish. "I can carry you? To the infirmary?"
Of course, he offered this, not knowing he was currently lacking his demonic strength.