[Bless him for understanding the importance of avoiding hot/cold puns. Bless him.

The flame shrinks down again until it's almost pooled in his palm, one curlicue flickering upward and dancing just a touch irregularly.]

There's more you can't see. But I doubt you could describe whatever you've got to me any better than I could describe this. It's just a part of me. [His glance down at the flame is almost possessive.]