[He hates it. It's the tongues of flames at his head and back all over again. Tim keeps the worst of the visceral reaction to himself but he still has to hunch in on himself and lean some part away from the woman.

He's quick to pocket that phone again, muttering something about it being a piece of junk regarding the blurred vid and then,] No?

[By which he means,]

No, not intimidated, I guess. All I've seen is that he comes out in a yellow hat and brags about his name being on every corner. [Sacrilege.] You... I get the feeling that you really call the shots. If nothing else, you really tie together the whole theme. And [c'mon] dancing flame?

I promised I'd take a shot.