John used to have a lot of slip ups when he had first discovered his ability. To control fire...it wasn't easy. He had spent a lot of money on salves and bandages and he couldn't count the number of times he had to lie to someone about awkward burns or charred items. It took John most of his teen years learning how to control fire. But it had paid off in the end because now he was able to do stuff with fire that people could only dream of.
Peering inside of her apartment over the woman's shoulder didn't reveal anything that could prove that Charlie was fibbing. But whatever, it wasn't his business and if she said she was fine, then she was fine.
"Yep," he said, instead, turning back to look at the brunette. "It wasn't fun." Here he spread his arms out wide on either side of him. "But as you can see, it didn't really stick." That didn't mean he was going to throw himself off a building anytime soon to see if he was brought back again, but he might have been a tad more relaxed about death than he had been before.