It's funny, but Quinn seemed to have forgotten about his mentioning that he could fly. Or perhaps it was the image of him with his clothes vaporized that had her attention. Honestly, he's not entirely certain what would happen if he were to be at ground zero for such an event, having never had the opportunity or desire to put it to the test.

He had once been forced to dive into an erupting Hawaiian volcano one night to reroute the flow of magma in order to save a number of nearby towns, and when he had emerged he had been white-hot and completely nude. The first thing he had done was fly for the ocean and dive into the water, and upon emerging onto the beach he had been greeted by the lights and cameras of the media. Dazzled as he was by the brightness, it was a moment before he remembered that he was in nothing more than his birthday suit, and he rocketed off into the night sky.

The story gets a number of giggles from Quinn as he walks her to her place, and her cheeks are pink by the time they get there - whether from the cold of her imagining the story as he tells it, he can't tell, and it doesn't matter to him much either way.

She slows to a stop, gesturing. "So, this is where I get off..." and stops herself as he starts laughing. This time he knows it's not the cold brightening her cheeks, and she tries to give him a scathing look that quickly falls apart into giggles as she leans against him for a moment.

He holds her steady, an arm around her waist, just low enough to not be entirely for support, just high enough to escape being too intimate. "Aye...here ye are, safe an' sound, an' nae a single suicidal snowball t'be seen."

That gets another giggle and she gazes up at him with those vibrant green eyes, partially obscured by lashes. "You do know that I know that was you, right?"

He makes an attempt at an innocent look that he can't keep up any longer than she could her scowl, and he chuckles. "Oh, aye, o'course I know tha' ye know. So now tha' I know ye know and ye know I know ye know, we c'n drop all the pretenses?"

She shoves at him, a playful gesture every bit as effective as shoving a skyscraper. "Trying to give me a headache, eh?"

He laughs. "I do nae know wha' ye're talkin' 'bout."

"Uh huh, whatever." She sticks her tongue out at him and grins, starting for her door, pausing after a couple of steps. Turning back around, she looks at him, her eyes on his, her expression almost apprehensive...but he recognizes the underlying look in her eyes - childlike curiousity. "Hey...umm...I was wondering...if maybe...I could see you fly. I mean...as long as you don't shout 'up, up and away' or something like that when you do it."

That last part gets a laugh, and he shakes his head. "Nay, darlin', I'm nae 'xactly a sup'rhero from a comic book. But..." and with that roguish grin, he leans in close to touch his lips to her cheek. Surprisingly, she'll find them soft and warm against her skin, lingering ling enough to be suggestive and withdrawing before the point of being ungentlemanly. "...ye migh' wantae take a step back, darlin'."

It's really unnecessary that she does, as he takes at least five before he winks at her. "Good evenin' tae ye, Quinn."

As he pushes off, it's easy to see why he advised her to step back - it's as if a small explosion propels him upward, raising a cloud of dust and pieces of gravel that fall just short of her feet.

When it settles, he is gone, the evidence of his departure clearly carved into the earth - a pair of small craters, just about where his feet had been.