( Not bad — don't encourage him, Geralt. You don't wanna condone this kind of behavior. Dean's entirely too pleased by the approval, and it edges him a little toward smug even as he lets the flame splutter out. Dude's a slut for praise. )

Where I'm from they say if you play with fire you piss the bed, but that's mostly to keep kids from stealing matches and burning the house down.

( He returns flippantly, weaving his free hand around his mug to join the other. )

Seems like a weird thing to get all up in arms about. You can blast monsters back thirty feet or whatever, but starting a fire's crossing a line?