"Please don't make jokes, it hurts to laugh. He doesn't like laughter." Her tone was light, though, despite her words, with an edge that suggested banter. She blinked, once, the only movement aside from opening her mouth that she'd made since he entered the room.<br/>The water hissed as it hit the ground, bubbling for a second and then, briefly, bursting into sudden flame that flared and then died away. The second chair drifted down in exactly the same way that the first did, and the dresser rattled briefly.<br/>"Did you do something?" she asked after a moment. "I can't see... he has my eyes, I think... but he felt different there for a moment."