[WELL. THIS IS A GOOD WAY TO DIE, DARIN. ... if Muzét were the kind of woman who had hangups about personal space.]

Oh, no you don't, Darin. You are going to turn the fire off before you start making emboldened moves like that.

[Her hair springs to life again, wrapping around him and pulling him up in the air. Dangling, exposed.]

Are we clear? Fire. Off. NOW!