Yeah, I guess I'm just too hot for it to handle.

[He smirks, shrugging. It's uncomfortable, all right, enough that sleeping out here on an iron bench is a lot cozier, but he's not about to let that creepy feeling it gives him show again.]

I didn't say it smells now, but hey, it could always smell better, right? Try, I don't know, lavender or something. Pina colada.

[He dismisses the topic of air fresheners with an airy wave.]

So you said you're thinking about learning how to fight, huh? What kind of powers do you have, anyway? I didn't ask.