The flames are a spectacular sight, brought about by magic she can't see and doesn't yet fully understand. Someday she'll ask him about it. Tonight, she simply enjoys the satisfaction the flames bring as they takes the house and its trash with it.

She grins as he calls an end to their hunt, eyes full of wicked delight. "Whenever you're ready, you know how to contact me. I have a list we can start on if yours becomes shorter in my absence." A small, dark chuckle falls from her lips as she turns from him.

"Good evening, Grayson," she whispers back to him. "May the rest of it be as pleasant as the start has been."