Micheal looked at the flame in her palm, "that is very, very, interesting" he murmured thinking that the flame was the best thing he had seen in his life." He then continued to look up, when he saw her eyes and the embers floating around her, he could barley suppress himself for voicing his feelings then and there. "The flames look good on you..." he suddenly felt himself disappointed in his words, "but you do not need flames to be beautiful..." he murmured. Micheal felt himself getting closer to her, he was nearly pressed up upon her when, a thought came to his mind, if he did not stop himself his affections would be evident if they were not already.<br/><br/>Also they did not know as much about each other as they should. Quickly moving away from her he made for the door, opening and shutting it behind him. He moved quickly up the stairs and leaned on the railing looking over the front doors, putting his hands up to his face he uttered a wolfish growl and cursed himself for getting so close to another person, especially when he could hurt her, maybe that was not completely true, maybe he was just afraid he would lose her too, maybe he was mostly afraid of rejection from someone he.... someone he really liked, he did not bother to suppress the thought in his mind. Micheal just hoped she would not come looking for him, but then again is that not what he wanted all along. Someone to comfort him?, someone for him to comfort? and too have her now familiar scent clouding over him.