[ He finishes a stretch before standing at her presense, all overeager and quick flickering movements. If she doesn't care how he performs now, he doesn't need to know. Doesn't need any more fuel added to the fire.
It's a few more stretches and shakes before he calls it done. He isn't calm by any means as he bounces on bare feet against the padded floor, anger replaced by anxiety. And as if taking her suggestion to warm up literally, there's a orange and red glow spreading under the skin of his throat and chest. Normally a sign he's getting ready to breathe fire, but all that pours from his mouth is steam. Though he doesn't remember the last time he used it this way, Shepard might. They'd been hauling through Ajna's last storm, trying desperately to keep warm and get out.
As the spell ends and the glow fades, he turns to face Shepard with a fire still behind his eyes. One not made of magic, or whatever she'd call it. It's a pure excess of anger he's holding in and doesn't know where to direct. Doesn't know if this will hurt or help, but it's what he wants to try. If he's still hurt, still recovering, the aches and pains are buried too far below for him to feel them. ]
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[ He finishes a stretch before standing at her presense, all overeager and quick flickering movements. If she doesn't care how he performs now, he doesn't need to know. Doesn't need any more fuel added to the fire.
It's a few more stretches and shakes before he calls it done. He isn't calm by any means as he bounces on bare feet against the padded floor, anger replaced by anxiety. And as if taking her suggestion to warm up literally, there's a orange and red glow spreading under the skin of his throat and chest. Normally a sign he's getting ready to breathe fire, but all that pours from his mouth is steam. Though he doesn't remember the last time he used it this way, Shepard might. They'd been hauling through Ajna's last storm, trying desperately to keep warm and get out.
As the spell ends and the glow fades, he turns to face Shepard with a fire still behind his eyes. One not made of magic, or whatever she'd call it. It's a pure excess of anger he's holding in and doesn't know where to direct. Doesn't know if this will hurt or help, but it's what he wants to try. If he's still hurt, still recovering, the aches and pains are buried too far below for him to feel them. ]
Ready.