[if he can be attacked in here, there's no real intent to at the moment. otherwise that flame burst would've come up a little bit more to the left...]

You don't know anythin. Don't pretend ya do. [that stubbornness is met with a callous indifference as solid as a stone wall that has no clue what "give" actually is. an automatic defense like that is simply more proof this guy knows nothing.]

Then what are you? [if it's annoying, then use another term and not the word that everyone everywhere associates with 'casting out spirits' in almost every nation and culture. idiot. otherwise, expect the annoyance. (and now that he knows...)]

Oh yeah? That sounds amazin. Hope it burns this place to the ground. [his eyes widens and there's an obvious delight in his tone, both that his body is still causing destruction out there even if he's not in control of it, and that this guy would compliment him on the achievement. even the flames get brighter around him.] It'd be better if I were in control though...

[one small caveat that murmurs in the crackling of flames. dabi's not fond of other people controlling him, certainly not fond of losing control of his own body either. his gaze flicks back towards the man when he offers to help him return. it narrows in suspicion.]

What's in it for you?