"You would kick it all the way across the countryside, I'm sure," Jack assures her, a little amused, and touches his hand and the phantom fire to her shoulders, letting it run down her arms, and up her neck a little. It stops under her jaw, and at the base of her fingers. It's a little cold, like tiny droplets of water all up and down her arm, constantly moving, but not cold enough to be uncomfortable. Maybe distracting.

She has clothes on her midsection and legs, and he can't really make that much fire at once anyway, so that's all she gets.

"There," he says, stepping back and surveying his handywork.