A draft? I don't think I've felt one yet. How 'bout you Mick?

[Dedenne might have been a good foot away from Rin, but it still listened to its trainer. It's going to run to every corner to check for drafts, running only as far as Rin's light has illuminated.

...Al's following question should have been expected, but he'd have prefered not to talk about it. ...But it was here now, and he wasn't going to start off his new friendship by hiding something as obvious as Blue Fire.

He purposefully passes a hand through one of his horns and bares a great big smile for Al to see. -- even though that smile is full of razor sharp teeth.] Nah, see? Doesn't hurt at all! I have plenty of control over it now. Watch.

[To further his point, he shakes his hand and -- ta-da~. A little candle flame on the tip of each finger.] ...It sorta tickles, sometimes.