Heh. Pun unintentional, I assume, as I doubt you were behind the pair of gloves I found on my nightstand last week.
Let's just say that at some point soon I'll probably owe our new fire chief an apology for making him work overtime. I don't have the pinpoint control yet, but the only way to get it (back?) is practice.
The people in my dreams don't call me the Flame Alchemist for no reason.