She watches his hands the same way he'd study a grimoire. He's had that look many times, but where he'd study with chaotic, intensive energy, she speaks with the confidence of someone used to success. Even while admitting a weakness.

He likes her.

Bold of you to assume there's pants in our future. I really hope so. Shoes would be great too.

[ He brings his hands together, snuffing the little fireball out with a puff of smoke. ]

Do you fancy sticking together for a while? Because there might be a town we can find, and I wouldn't hate company, and I can pay for conversation with fireballs. Plus if something tries to eat us we'll be two against one. Unless there's a pack in which case there's power in numbers, and I promise I'll talk less than this when we're moving.