Fire, mostly. [She gives him a sly little look.] Started with dreams of fire. I've got a way with heat, flames licking their way up to take over an object, swallowing it up.

[When he pulls back his collar, she peers at the scales. Never being one to ignore an impulse, her hand moves up, fingertips grazing over a visible scale.]

Dragon, hm? So you'd know all about fire too.