What are you doing? You said that hurt, didn’t you? Come on, I can snuff the flame, there’s no need for all that, eh?
[Plus it was rather disturbing to witness, though it did make him crave something he had not the name for. The juxtaposition of the craving disturbs him, though. His hands go to his clothes, to his jacket. He pulls off his leather duster, sliding it down his shoulders and wrapping his arm with it. He swipes at a torch flame. Nothing. He turns to another to repeat the process, sending a hot key skittering across the stone floor. He shakes out his jacket, freeing embers from it. The coat is singed, of course, but intact. He pinches it up in his coat, smelling the leather start to burn, the white hot loop branding it as he handles it.]
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[Plus it was rather disturbing to witness, though it did make him crave something he had not the name for. The juxtaposition of the craving disturbs him, though. His hands go to his clothes, to his jacket. He pulls off his leather duster, sliding it down his shoulders and wrapping his arm with it. He swipes at a torch flame. Nothing. He turns to another to repeat the process, sending a hot key skittering across the stone floor. He shakes out his jacket, freeing embers from it. The coat is singed, of course, but intact. He pinches it up in his coat, smelling the leather start to burn, the white hot loop branding it as he handles it.]
See? Really no need to go through all that.