#ignision (interaction)

Sly just laughs and steps closer. “Nothin’ to fix love, it’s perfect.” A grin at his own words, because of course he finds himself funny.

Gruffly, Ignision’s hand reach out and take a hold of Sly’s collar.  He stares from behind his mask for a long moment.  He we so terrible at romantic endeavors, but it didn’t stop him from trying from time to time -- after all, the god knew no shame.  So his head moved in such a way that Sly’s nose moved the mask (which decided to stay “attached” just this once, the damn thing never played by the rules) before moving in even closer, letting the demon absorb his own infernal heat for a moment.  The kiss was hot on the lips but soft.

Ignision was always unfazed, uninterested.  Truth be told, Chris was lucky the firelord didn't just sneeze napalm on him then and there.  The man sat, letting his lips be kissed at beneath his mask--which fell away and clattered on the ground, ivory structure echoing almost hollowly.

His eyes shifted in hue, from a deep red to a deep orange--nearly brown.  Without the mask, the cowl, made of something he called "ember silk," fell away, as well, slipped behind his head, revealing the mortal countenance of the firelord in its entirety.  "I would be careful," he states in a matter of fact tone, "my spit, if exposed to fire, is an accelerant.  You could combust from the inside."  The laugh comes, dark and intimidating.  This was Ignision's game--to sow fear to earn respect.  "You may address me as Ignision, the firelord, the inferno's mighty claws..."  He doesn't ask for a name in return, merely lets out a grumbling growl as he grins, exposing two times as many sharp teeth as there needs to be--but perhaps not as obvious as his own scalding heat.