[ Brow raised, total sarcasm, he laughs a bit then, turning his hand over, palm up, and letting a sliver of fire slip down from the magic little ring he wears that allows him to "borrow" fire. He lets it grow into a ball, no bigger than a golf ball and holds it between his fingers, leaning it towards Jesus. ]
Wanna hold it?
[ If Jesus does, he'll find it's warm. Not hot. Because John is the one who controls it. John's the one making it warm. ]
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[ Brow raised, total sarcasm, he laughs a bit then, turning his hand over, palm up, and letting a sliver of fire slip down from the magic little ring he wears that allows him to "borrow" fire. He lets it grow into a ball, no bigger than a golf ball and holds it between his fingers, leaning it towards Jesus. ]
Wanna hold it?
[ If Jesus does, he'll find it's warm. Not hot. Because John is the one who controls it. John's the one making it warm. ]