[ There's a joke to be made there, something involving the word frigid. But Rafe has used up his quota of stupid jokes for the next decade and so refrains, an easier concession with her warmth at his back and the promise of more magic to come. He leans back into her hands, a deep breath to center himself and be ready for whatever comes next. ]
Let's see what we can see.
[ He twists his head to flash a small smile at her, quiet and confident before he settles and fixes his gaze on the flame before him. ]
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Let's see what we can see.
[ He twists his head to flash a small smile at her, quiet and confident before he settles and fixes his gaze on the flame before him. ]