Aerion didn't move. Frankly, he had only half-way heard the other anyway. For the moment, the water-manipulating-pyromaniac was off in his own little world of flickering orange light. He could still see it's beautiful glow from the opposite side of Tamior's body. The memory of the flame held its spell over him for a few lingering seconds before he blinked again.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...Keep your shi.....er, pants on, I'm going..."Aerion said, pausing in the middle as he realized the quip really didn't apply to his partner, considering the man had rarely worn a shirt to begin with. After that, he stepped out the door, back into the night to check on their client.
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