Now that catches her interest, and she tilts her chin up, making sure she's looking down at him more. "Mmmm, dunno if I believe you. A guy who's totally chill about death wouldn't have set himself on fire to not naturally die."

Beau cracks a knuckle, getting ready to go at him again, maybe to finally weed out the truth this time. "Sort of sounds like you're looking for a way out. Hoping we won't do a good enough job so you can keep on burning, huh? 'Cuz fires go out, Fenix. And you're pretty close to being a puddle of wax with a burnt-out wick."