Frankie/Jason
Jason nodded, trying to make a mental effort to not be so...him. Smoothly, he spun Frankie away then tugged her back in, trying to give her something else to think about. He didn't mind her being warm to the touch, he actually thought it was just the heat from all the people being in the room at once. It hadn't quite clicked yet that Frankie was a fire sprite.
"They are rather lovely." He frowned for a moment. "Why couldn't you have shown them, maybe said they were part of your eccentricity for being in here? Y'know, like some people have a comfort blanket to carry around, you have wings." Jason shrugged. "The inspectors wouldn't have known."