There's a lot that he can pick up off of Dabi in this moment, from the general sociopathy to the try-and-failure to actually give a damn about someone else's perception of him. He winces at another twinge, a flash of blue fire again in the darkness, and he squeezes his eyes shut to push it back again.

He almost misses the way Dabi corrects himself. Almost.

"So what's with the fire?" he grinds out, looking back at the man with a slight curl to his lip.