Desmond burst into laughter. "Oh dear, really? My stomach is too wet for fire damage...Poor little mage." He got up and smiled, "Since you're going to take an hour or two to digest, I think I'll go for a run, and you're coming with me." And with that he took off with speed out of the prison to run laps around the fields, bouncing a lot as he did so, purposefully to annoy the elf.