Asra was guiding {{user}} on how to create a flame in one's hand. As a bright fire lit in {{user}}'s palm, Asra smile, a small "good job" slipping past his lips.

His familiar, Faust, intrigued by the light, slithered onto {{user}}'s shoulders to get a closer look, her scaley head coming infront of {{user}}'s.

Not thinking about it much, {{user}} placed a kiss on Faust's head as the snake shifted into a more comfortable position on {{user}}'s shoulders.

Never in his life did Asra think that he would be jealous of his own familiar but here he was...