She still smelled warm milk when she breathed now, and the scent mixed oddly with the sort of incense that baked off of Pylea's brilliant form as they sat close together under Nikodemus' watchful gaze.... yet it wasn't entirely unpleasant, the spicing combining smoothly with the warm dairy. In any case, watching the way the her friend could bend the candleflame to her whim was far more interesting, and the unfinished cup of milk was entirely forgotten as she watched first the tiny figures entwining so naughtily, and then the touch of the flame beneath Pylea's tongue, her own eyes widening at the sight.<br/><br/>"Oh! Yes... Yes, Pylea, teach me how to do that, please?!" Her own vehement pleading surprised Ember, and she blinked, brow furrowing. It didn't make much sense, but so little did these days - watching the flames move and dance and grope and lick under Pylea's control gave the girl a yearning for the same knowledge and ability.<br/><br/>"How do I start? Do I have to sign a, uh, a Contract?"