Victor shrugged as he turned back to the fire.  “Flame hater? No, I don’t think she is a flame hater.” He said to the waning fire. “You have to admit though, she is right about you and alcohol; you are an angry drunk.”  The fire popped and sizzled. “No, I am not saying that because I think she is cute...yes she’s feisty...” Victor paused as the fire cracked again. He turned his head and caught the occupants at the neighboring table looking at him. “Yes, Lucius, it is rude to stare.”