"Um... basically, yeah. I'm usually fine with small flames, but big ones or being attacked with it take a lot out of me to resist running." Maugris sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was debating whether to explain to Lucas just what he was - but explaining vampirism and the Beast to a twelve-year-old who seemed to have been having trouble with the concept of money didn't strike him as a rewarding occupation.

He shook his head. "I don't really mind. I was planning on moving on from where I was before soon, anyway." The idea had been solve the problem in front of him, then light out - probably somewhere like Southern California. Of course, circumstances had conspired to make things happen otherwise. "Besides, I like helping people. And don't like seeing innocents get hurt."