"I should say so!" His skin is sizzling, and the only thing keeping him from stalking back out into the night again is the thought that if he does so he won't get any more of that skin against his skin. "Does every act of comradeship come with a hidden cost, to you? Ishgard was cold but by god we at least had some solidarity!"

He won't call it kindness. He'll call it anything but kindness, because he knows how that word is poison to men like them.