[He blinks at her, raising his hand to show her that there is no damage whatsoever to his flesh. His skin isn't even the slightest bit red, as pale as the rest of him save for the kanji over his heart.]
It's my magic. My own fire can't harm me or anyone I don't want it to. I'm perfectly fine.
He's just being his calm, collected British self. Sorry, Scully. XD
It's my magic. My own fire can't harm me or anyone I don't want it to. I'm perfectly fine.