A mortal would have, but his form was impervious to the mundane heat in the room. He did dismiss his staff and robes, not needing either artifact now that he was in his home, and strode forward. He formed a stone seat off to one side of the Salamander, and watched her for a moment, before leaning forward. "An interesting choice. Though if you used the room to form that metal, it can't leave the plane. Would you like something a bit more permanent, and durable?"