...do you offer every new stranger you meet a potential burn? I believe I'll kindly decline, thanks.

[Keigetsu's innocent smile, as mocking as the lilt on Smokey's mouth, is only made possible by the fact that the flame the other woman seems to expect in her palm isn't appearing. the reminder that for all that Keigetsu can't access her own Daoist arts (and the idea of an application of qi that lights a flame within the user's own flesh is already intriguing her), others have as well, is a balm to her sore ego.

"politely," she finishes the thought:]

Unless you're very sure you've had your fires put out?