There. It was weak this time, fortunately (he was, it must be admitted, tensed and ready to stand against it if she got any bright [oh, ha ha] ideas to really let it fly again), but the smell of it--bright and light and electric--was certainly there. And that was enough. Weaker, yes, but the sense was the same. Any fire is all fire, the first and last ever to be, and the greatness or smallness of a fire does not diminish the presence of the fire (and fires can be fed and can grow).

So there was that light, weak, but present. An ember, a glow.

"By what means?" he asked and then he smiled. "Oh, you'll forgive me. Consider it professional curiosity, hmm? You've called me out by what I'm said to be. So you can't blame me for curiosity about this sort of thing. So. By what means can you create it?"

It was a shame he wouldn't have the time when he got back to his own world to drop her off in Algul Siento, what with all her glowing and potentially destructive inborn (? maybe) power. And wouldn't that do her boy a turn, to have his lady love end up among the Breakers (as if he'd know what they were, but whatever--it was the thought that counted).