The feelings on his face are real too, no mask, no blank expression or a grin that might en calculated, might not be. Instead he is just focused on the flames, ignoring the world around him. The flames does that too him. Has done it all his life and it is why he can't stop. The world doesn't exist outside it. All the people asking him to stop, telling him to not light fires, they don't get it. They don't get how the flames can chase away everything else, burn it away and change everything.

He almost jumps a little when she speaks, he'd been so focused on the fire. Then he looks over. "It is the most beautiful thing there is." He glances over at her. "Give it a little longer, that ok?"