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"No," he replied immediately. "They are on fire, forever and always." Jeremiah was entirely serious when he said it and the look on his face implied it as well.

"It's the only thing you can do for now, Preacher, though perhaps next chance I get I'll drag something over to this side so you can beat it up." His eyes glinted.

"No, it is not. This is something exclusive to him." Jeremiah's lips twitched. "I can only occasionally do things with fire. Though ..." The way he trailed off implied something but he was being deliberately vague just to be ornery.

An eyebrow was raised at what she said last and he shook his head. "Possibly. The power I have here is nothing to the power I have there. Yet that is meaningless compared to those that operate within that sphere all the time." He shoulders lifted; a light shrug. "If you see something from over there that is here, then it is not a good thing."

"Usually," there was another twitch of lips, "it's the small animals you need to watch out for the most. They're the ones that are the more deceptive." Then Jeremiah was chuckling. "... though remind me to introduce you to my cat, Hellbine. He grows things."

The silver haired man rolled his eyes a bit at her stuff. "When you're older, Preacher, I'll tell you or if you catch me outside of work."

"Flowers, herbs, and the like," Jeremiah snorted, not going to admit that he was fairly certain that a certain blonde had also convinced his cat to grow something else as well at some point but that was beside the point.

"So you are ..." His head tilted to the side. "Still, you'll have to catch me outside of work, Preacher."

"... the only flowers the grow on him are the ones on his head." Jeremiah gestured to the top of his head, fingers spiking upwards. "Like a mohawk. I've no idea where you get one. I was given one because there were kittens and didn't quite realize just how unique he was until later." There was a brief pause. "When I say he grows things, I mean from the ground and the like."

He chuckled then at her spooky fingers. "You can meet him if you want. In all honesty, I'm surprised you've not noticed him before. He shows up at the department sometimes as well as wanders through town. Hellbine thinks himself a messenger."

"So if the things grow on him it's more impressive? I've yet to discover something he can't grow as long as it's a flower or herb." Jeremiah snorted, somehow amused that to Preacher that it was less impressive. For anyone else that would have been mind-boggling.

"You'll have to come by the house if you truly want to meet him." His head tilted. "... and no, I'm not giving you my address. You can figure that one out on your own."

"No, I am not," he replied, "I am however telling you that if you talk very politely," Jeremiah gave her a look then, "with those in HR, they'll tell you."

It was almost a challenge.

Except it wasn't.

"Tell him hi yourself when you meet him," Jeremiah replied back, clearly just as ornery as always. His hand flicked towards the door. "Go, go. I've got to finish putting together this project for the Chief anyway."

He had turned back to his computer, about to start working when she spoke again and he gave her a strange look. "I make no promises." A twitch of lips. "... but I'll see what can be managed. I certainly have no desire to ever see him again."

That, quite frankly, was the truth.