[He's grinning underneath all the fire. And he's keepin' a safe distance. Nero wouldn't want to start smelling fire-roasted raccoon, but he's not sure how far he can really control it still. With Geralt's insistence, he'd sort of gotten a hand on lighting himself up -- with some motivation.
Beyond that, though. He's not sure if he could shake a hand without blasting it.]
Magic! I guess. [At least he can safely say it doesn't come from the demon blood. Dante would've told him if he could burst into flames by now. For sure. (Right?)] Look, it just happened one day, and I rolled with the punches. Guess it comes with the tail.
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Beyond that, though. He's not sure if he could shake a hand without blasting it.]
Magic! I guess. [At least he can safely say it doesn't come from the demon blood. Dante would've told him if he could burst into flames by now. For sure. (Right?)] Look, it just happened one day, and I rolled with the punches. Guess it comes with the tail.