[He's shaking slightly from the sheer stress of being told no, and flames flicker over his skin as he leans closer to him.]
This isn't over, believe me. I'll earn you back. [A scorching hand grips Ragnar's jaw and forces him still to take a soft kiss.] You don't want me as an enemy, Ragnar.
[He stands up then... and conjures a fireball in his hand, deftly tossing it to leave a huge and obvious scorch-mark all across the kitchen wall behind the counter, a three-foot-thick line of black to mark that he'd been there. And with that, he bursts into sparks that flow through the wall and disappear.]
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This isn't over, believe me. I'll earn you back. [A scorching hand grips Ragnar's jaw and forces him still to take a soft kiss.] You don't want me as an enemy, Ragnar.
[He stands up then... and conjures a fireball in his hand, deftly tossing it to leave a huge and obvious scorch-mark all across the kitchen wall behind the counter, a three-foot-thick line of black to mark that he'd been there. And with that, he bursts into sparks that flow through the wall and disappear.]