The appeal was in the uncertainty of it. Fire was Rurik's weakest element, the one he had the most trouble with. He certainly didn't want to hurt his lover or himself, but to be able to work with fire would be highly satisfying, and the pleasure hot wax advertised would be bonus.
He took the bottle and sipped it generously before handing it back. He smiled at Kai, a smirk really, and held up the wax. "Ready to play, lover?"