"It's not healthy to, no," the Capitolite agreed with a laugh. "Hatesex during a one night stand might be oh so exciting, but it usually doesn't last."

Psii didn't hesitate now, afraid he'd lose his chance again. He whipped out the lighter, flicked it on, and held the tip of the flame to the extra crispy pile of hair. It was slower to catch, part of the hairspray fuel already used up, and for a brief moment Psii was scared he'd get caught holding his hand up for too long.

"That's what makes troll romance so fascinating—What's that smell—Oh! OH NO!"

They began flapping their hands, which of course only fanned the flames. Psii curled his fingers around the lighter to hide it as he stood, all (affected) concern, drink in hand. He wasn't sure if cider would douse the fire or fuel it, and he was curious to find out. For science.