[ Hot stuff, really. Bird romanticisms are one thing, but fire is personal. This time Dabi leans forward, closing what little distance there was left between them; his smile mercurial. ]

D'ya always talk like you're chasing tail as much as the hero charts? Or is it just 'cause of the toasty atmosphere?  [ Oh so helpfully, the temperature in their bubble of warmth begins to rise. Not unbearably so, but judging by the flicker of flames on Dabi's arms, that could easily change in a matter of seconds. ]