"You should get his fire-holes fixed," she mock-whispered confidingly in the man's ear, pointing at Blood with the finger that was the most like your own index finger. "He shouldn't get away with that. Clearly, it was a botched operation. He's broken." She didn't speak it in the tongue of man, of course. That would be impossible. She was saying it so Blood heard every word."Oh honey, you should know by now, I don't make empty threats~" He talks in a singsong voice, taking another breath, and making yet another small fire/group of flames.