"We can tell," Audrey agreed casually. "I don't know that you'd want to be around the fire, though. Flames get out of control, spread to your cell, someone conveniently 'forgets' that you're in there. You might end up a little crispy around the edges."
She propped one foot up on a nearby desk, using the leverage to tip her chair back just the tiniest bit in a comfortable recline. "Make any more headway with the good Father?" she asked him. "Or did he swallow all you gave him the first time around?"