Kael'thas didn't have time to correct him as his mind jumped to what just happened. It wasn't possible for a mage to do something like steal another's fire. Raised eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel a little inadequate. For some reason he was likening the stripping of his fire as the stripping of.. well, his clothing.
He didn't have time to call the other out for being--well, rude, and not just for the literal dampening of Kael's inner fire. The sirens were a signal, he was learning, that his presence wasn't wanted and this 'mutant' as he referred to himself seemed to catch onto this fact as well.
The wink caused Kael to wince as he followed to the room, mulling over the other's words. It didn't take a scholar to put two and two together--words like 'mutants' and actions like stealing fire meant he wasn't from here, though the general dislike for humans was appreciated. Kael was having a hard time accepting the fact that the humans in this world had done nothing wrong.
He took one look around and spotted an exit, opening the door and motioning for the man with the accent to go before him.
"I should probably warn you you're not where you think you are," he mentioned. Once they were in the alley he could take off the damned hood, he hated that thing. But until he found someway to hide his ears better, he was out of luck. "And something tells me you are not a fire mage."