The man raised an eyebrow with interest. He nodded, as a white t-shirt and black leather jacket formed on his torso–considering the fact that he has burnt his original undershirt right off with all that fire. "I'm interested," He replied, wondering where this was coming from. Never before had he ever found a sword or gun necessary, or at least not since he'd woken up with no memories. But perhaps it [i]would[/i] be necessary, soon, and his fire and napalm wouldn't be enough. "So... what's the deal, teacher?" He inquired, smiling at Victoria with the same warmth as his own ability.