According to Charles he was breathing, perhaps he was, but he wasn't internalizing the action. Actually, if the mana in his body was being sensed properly, she'd say he'd been holding his breath right up until the point it began to pool in his loins. Of course, she wouldn't mention that, it seemed almost rude to have noticed in the first place. "Uh-huh, if you say so," she said, not managing to avoid the teasing tone she normally had. It was far too much to ask of the lad, whatever he presently thought of her, he was still teaching her about making fires. She was sure this wasn't a lesson that would ever slip her mind. He claimed she had no idea, she begged to differ. What she did know had her more confused than anything had in at least 1000 years.

Speaking of the lesson, it was continuing. Yes still with the innuendo but that was almost starting to seem normal. But here and now she was to place her little starting fire into the space in the fire pit. And place some more sticks on top of it. She could manage at least that. "Okay, into the space, more sticks on top..." she mused. Seeming to keep up with the bit about fires. Of course, they were having a good time and she had a moment or two to get her life together without Charles pressed against the back of her. Her face might even be able to go back to its original pallor at some point. Good good. Now, what she really needed in life more than anything was to speak with someone who better understood humans, because it was obvious she was missing a lot. Times like this, truly made her miss the girl who'd dubbed herself her 'Big Sis'.