"Burn Salve? Well, I did almost slip up and set my hair on fire today, but if I lost my locks, I'd have more to worry about than burns, eh?" He chuckled kindly, putting his feet up on the table and listening to the girl, letting his mind wander, this was so much nicer than home, no "responsibility" and "honor", just performing, some minor work here and there, but honest work. Of course he hoped for a bigger stage one day, and fine curtains, and a crowd of thousands, but a remarkably handsome run-away works with what he is given.<br/>Luke nearly falls from his seat as the kettle starts to whistle, gasping overdramatically as he jumps up to pour the bubbling water into his cup. "Devil kettle..."